My hair gets curly in Taiwan, I guess I’m happy when I’m there Quit telling me that it’s because of all the hot and humid air My sun goes up when your sun goes down My heart was damaged in my sleep, but when I dream I’m on the mend I melt into the storyline until I don’t know where I am And the flag drops down, and the world exhales The escape artist, the escapist is nowhere to be found – she’s gone Slipping away into other people’s fantasies, the places she calls home – bye, bye And the language that she speaks you will never understand Until you sell your soul to the pictures running through your Shooting through your brain Bombs awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
