Did you see it coming, that's a badge upon your breast. It keeps you running with the in-between. Notify the station it's the hour of the jest. So empty out your pockets now it's time that you be clean.
The yellows of the street are bleeding out again, bleaching out the warnings of the darkness. But nobody's speaking out where you don't go. Oh, where you don't go.
With telephone lines distorting over you, the cracks in the pavement rose when you told them to. The sky was the lid, I was the full moon. But you let gravity push you.
Circling the park, a revolution in miles. How long must we walk as men to be gods? We come and go alone, oh it's proved a bad, bad plan. You should have told me I'd be born so soft. All right you win I give in and surrender you what's yours. No white flags just open arms...
Draw yourself a line and stand behind it. Blurry-edged, your mind can still refine it. We are all sparks of light. We are sparks of light but we hide it.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
