The other side of the platinum door another day in quicksand Still feel close to nowhere I hope this is the right way
How come you see me as an enemy? We just think in different words
I see beuty in dead flowers I let the tide show me what's next But all you do is fade away
There's no shame in being the fool I've been to places you'll never find The empty plate that you call home Won't bring glimmer to future years
By myself, staring into space You're just bored of the silence it makesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
