This halo is a joke a little hoax for parting ghosts My momma told me so She's dead; she ought to know
And if you see me walking down your favorite street I'm only going to see little babies trying to breathe
This cradle is a tomb an everlasting sense of doom My momma's in her room She's dead; she died too soon
And if you see me crawling out of your favorite tree I'm hanging so delicately There's no one that can save meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
