She breeds tumors in her backyard at night Hides from daylight and from curious eyes Beware of what you're abot to find Beware of screts in your crooked mind And when the water started falling and washed away her sins eternal voices calling from a battlefield within A place to hide your sorrow and find rescue at night I'll be sleeping in her garden in her garden of lightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
