You can't fight the feeling While aiming for the stars You might hit the ceiling To be healing from the scars Through aftershock tremors Through inclement weather Through anything ever Here we came sir, Rise around
From stony ground, I'm far away Upon my path, upon my way The wasted days are history The future is a mystery
I've got my own brain
It's good to look, on route to stare A second glance as you're laid bare Your action's more than systole The future is a mystery
I've got my own brain I got the one aim I've got my own brain An anagram of my own name
You can't fight the feeling While aiming for the stars You may hit the ceiling To be healing from the scars Through aftershock tremors Through inclement weather Through anything ever Here we came sir, Rise around
The realms I found Are where I stay My blood flow halts My temple veins
I've got my own brain I got the one aim I've got my own brain An anagram of my own nameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
