Time, I spend thinking: What we shall say Pulses withhold Our eyes give away
I know we both harbor A need for true words The kind that do last We keep beyond records
Many people in my home And good friends too When I'd rather be one With either me or you
Tired, they seem louder Burdened by lacks I willingly patch With euphoric crafts
And though they be taxing They satisfy me Like a hundred good naps My body disagrees
Many people in my home And good friends too When I'd rather be one With either me or youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
