There's no wind in the morning to drive the mill today There's the temple where she worships But her faith has gone away And she won't go out in the evening She lost her soul in the day The cold fish in all her glory was the pride of yesterday But now a "don't even bother" feeling that just won't go away And she won't go out in the evening She lost her soul in the day It all ends too soon Following tormented youth, caught in the womb Bold and desperate tries to immortalize our lives Following profits and fools to God with a broom Sweeping up the tries, still the carpet's on the rise And that's all Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
