Love-life turns into procedures followed Taxed paid, trauma and full time sorrow Asylum in wax Seizures too At least I have this picture from the day that I met you I turn my eyes to tomorrow
It's shit that glistens where I've blown a kiss And I'm shy, sorry and I have these blistered lips My sister embraced by an urn Her mis-shapened, open heart crossed and blurred
I turn my eyes to tomorrowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
