Some people chip away time More than they understand, an open hand I'm waiting for way before first light And it's the edge worn clean again
Sunk in the middle Our crimes are just a rhythm on the west and you Argue on my life
Some evil innocence, wild century can't express A gesture left in summer's mind Autumn's come to find And it's the end of the dreams again
Sunk in the middle Our crimes are just a rhythm on thе west and you Argue on my lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
