Its crippling, never really knowing Theyre huddling where its always nice And plus there is a flame of frail and trippy hearts And swallowed, being small and being still Following wherever you will
Look at them, theyre sensitive And they inch out, look at them And plus there is a flame of frail and trippy hearts And swallowed, being small and being still Following wherever you will Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |