Pass away the hours, hear the footsteps of the past Walking up the stairs of time, knowing that I'm trapped Cold winds of indifference persuade a movement south Thinking that it's better there The warmer climes that we seek out
Poor bird flies up in the air, never getting anywhere And how much misery can one soul take? Trying to fly away might have been your fist mistake Poor bird flies up int he air Never getting anywhere
Picking petals off a flower, loves me, loves me not Is love another way to count the things you haven't got? We wish the best to all our friends, young and old alike When the dust has settled in the sky, you can have anything you likeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
