If you want it, I'll give you an anchor If you don't, I'll set you to sea But should you ask me For those truest of loves I'd have to set you free
If you want to listen, hear the wind through my willows If you want to cry, then cry at my feet But if you think I am that pillar which you needed Believe me, dearest, it ain’t me
Beyondless Beyondless
I was going to stray, to the backwoods and boondocks Be a bullet that ricochets, hits its target then recoils away Held up for a little while, until I procrastinated Wandered back to the throngs and the streets
Vagrant in the throes of this city As it rises or descends to its deeps At times there is no place too low to enter Perfectly lost at sea internally
Beyondless Altogether BeyondlessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
