Thumbing my igloo and grasping my snail my hands in my pockets, my body feeling frail I guess I had hoped that even in your flight you'd leave me with something you'd leave your ghost behind Then I mistook the wind in my hair for your mouth in my mouth, I thought you were really there I guess I'd hoped that even in your flight you'd leave me with something you'd leave your ghost behindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
