This room smells like hypocrisy, or maybe its just me. But the aftertaste is well worth the wait. It just takes a second to sink in, and a lack of alternatives to leave me bound to what I chose for myself.
She said, "Where'd you go? Even wanderers need homes." So as I turned to leave I painted pictures on the sheets and signed the corner so she'd know where we began one day we'd close.
Progress, march on, further and darker into the beyond of your front lawn. Doors close, and I'm cold but this life is worth more than shelf space, and your scrapbook mind holds nothing but wasted time.
She said, "Where'd you go? Even wanderers need homes." These endeavors are coming to bury this body, don't run and go hiding, you chose this don't fight it.
This can't be what I wanted, this isn't what I planned. Good intentions break apart when all chips are stacked to start, you cling to what you've wanted forever and ever.
She said, "Where'd you go? Even wanderers need homes." So as I turned to leave I painted pictures on the sheets and signed the corner so she'd know where we began one day we'd close.
These endeavors, endeavors, forever and ever. These endeavors, endeavors, forever and ever.
These endeavors are coming to bury this body, don't run and go hiding, you chose this don't fight it.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
