Sifting through 3 years 8 months and a handful of dust like shadows falling through a matrix of "wish I hads" And it's much harder to see how much space was taken when your chest pounds with the footsteps of those you've forsaken its a shame isn't it The way these hours spin out of control and how the tighter your grip on the why and the how insures a faster demise to a here and a now There's no strength in numbers is the one thing I've found and you can't trust your balance until you've walked with your feet on the groundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
