When I look in your eyes I see a burning star I see a heart that's wild I see a place I can't define
Your mind is sharp You don't miss a beat You see right through people Who can't see into you
Is life just a trip from the maternity ward to the crematorium? Is life just a trip from the maternity ward to the crematorium?
Your slight smile Holds me wrapped for a while And they can't pull me down Pull us down, pull us down
Solar flares Burn bright in your hair Yeah people get scared They don't understand how beautiful you are
The state, money, sex, yourself, power, these are all false gods
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Solar flares Burn bright in your hair Yeah people get scared They don't understand how beautiful you are
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We are sitting smack in the middle of the beatific vision
A heart full of light, money Gut full of hate, sex A heart full of light, power Gut full of hate, yourself A heart full of light, the state Gut full of hate, false gods A heart full of light, vision Gut full of hate, vision A heart full of light, a metaphysical pistol with a Gut full of hate, a metaphysical pistol with A heart full of light, a metaphysical pistol with a Gut full of hate, a metaphysical pistol with A heart full of light Gut full of hateTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
