these are the floorboards where i first fell in love these are the arms that used to hold so much this was my shortcut and these were my hands i used to walk and i used to know where i was going: 'nowhere!' but i still live here in this room in this house made with delicate paper cutting my arms off with useless engagements locking the windows with flower arrangements my mouth is still open and i am still speaking but without my mantra i have nothing to say my hands have always tried to dance first but now i'm ready tapping my tongue on the roof of my mouth. 'burning the yard down!'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
