The quiet air you carry around In lamplit nights and through still days I remember those other months When it would pour out of my heart Out into the dark
But if I've carried this too long I am tired now On the verge of something else I'll walk yawning through the cold
The sway you held And showed me And I know that I don't want to be alone There's no meaningful embrace No touching my face Your hands were always cold
But I'll not cling to anything I can't hear you I'll not cling to anything I can't hear youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
