I'm calling, calling I'm calling you out (calling) I'm calling, calling I'm calling you out (calling)
Falling, falling Falling, for you
I want to hear the footsteps climb Lifting all their weight Trying to make a shrinking world As strong and just as safe
There's always room for change, my friend I want you to explode The last of any memory Five six seven or more
It's been a kind of gift, my friend To have you here at all Among the broken promises We ran into in the hall
I'm calling, calling I'm calling you out (calling) I'm calling, calling I'm calling you out (calling)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
