Pages, scattered all over the floor I've seen this happen before To child that was left with a father, a son, a ministers child Was there no reason to take this out on you? Will you ever know, if so, tell me, why was she left with a stutter?
Listen to these words, you must go now This is no home, leave, please, I'm begging Lying on the floor, screaming her throughout that door Because I've seen this before
While we made god, tear us all apart.
Left in the cradle, wince alone Now lying in her fathers arms.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
