Oh, my love, my ancient son angry at everyone mouth full of thorns pulled from nature's back yeah, we'll never forget that
Born on an ancient day named with an ancient name they don't know, they don't care they don't notice that you're there
Oh, my love, my ancient son pacing your attic floor God's in his church with his guilty spires yeah, he's no friend of ours
Kings of a rising tide nursing our wounded sides we don't know, we don't care we don't notice that you're thereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
