Everyday I have to play Building worlds What can i say? These reflections of myself In the gutter Bread and butter
You were looking for a reason For a heavy frown I have been wearing around
Everyday I like to play I just think in pen and ink Time to write
The fallout from the blast It overwhelms you She didn't tell you The ink of God on the page And her rage Coming out!
Holding my hands on you And I'm Holding my hands on you And then Out of my hands you flew I was so Jealous I thought you knew I was Jealous I thought you knew I was turning my back on you I was turning my back on you My Friend
Everyday I like to play Building worlds What can I say? What is hiding in your mind? Could I see it? Could I see it?
The fallout from the blast It overwhelms you She didn't tell you The ink of God on the page And her rage Coming out!
Holding my hands on you And I'm Holding my hands on you And then Out of my hands you flew I was so Jealous I thought you knew I was Jealous I thought you knew I was turning my back on you I was turning my back on you My FriendTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
