He doesn't make your knees weak. He's beautiful and bleak. He has a porcelain face that cracks when he speaks. I go to start a conversation but I, get no reply Instead you stare like a statue as I, break down and cry
Your face is like an eagle, but your mind's like a crow. And boy, I know you have opinions, but you don’t let them show. You're a shelf of books, without the pages. A wealth of thoughts locked up in cages. Locked up, locked up, locked up...
And if blood runs through your veins, Don't you suppose it's such a waste? To be composed in such a way... Just let me in...
You write me letters in a pen with no ink And you have your own eyes but you don't dare blink. You speak in words without a sentence, You're the ghost that haunts me without a presence. Without a presence, without a presence...
And if blood runs through your veins, Don't you suppose it's such a waste? To be composed in such a way... Just let me in... Just let me in...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
