The poems I wrote for the last few years Were nothing, but vague prophecies But they ahode what they promised So be careful what you wish for, you might get it...
Some guys, they just give up living And start dying little by little, piece by piece Some guys bury their hopes beneath disrooted trees But most of them just die a wretched death near these streets...
My memories got stolen... ...so hail to the thief Irony causes laughter, but laughter causes pain These mountains, one day, will soak the sea But I won't witness, I won't neither hear nor see
I can already hear the chains clatter behind my ears I can feel the flames searing all last evidence That we have lost this battle doesn't mean we've lost the war But only when we've lost everything, we'll be free to leave... ...we'll be free to leave...
We shared the thirst of swans in the summer We shared alignment, the lack long after This city will be the death of me... To be homebound will be the death of me...
I can never regret, I can feel sorrow But at least it's not the same thing I take leave heavy at heart Although it was out of our hands...
We shared the thirst of swans in the summer We shared alignment, the lack long after This city will be the death of me... To be homebound will be the death of me...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
