Fits well, a flowery noontide And tell a tale of springtime Someone will call, hungry to spite me Absent from luck and blame so slightly
In sight, the tale goes hiding Reveal a bite, skin tightening Soon gone the thought, am I distracted Please cover up, our lies are abandoned
So sad, the tide so rightly We took the tale so lightly Snows are so far, and lost stars lightening To enter scorned and tempers tighteningTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
