Ocean of strip malls I help you swim across To the other side Of the truck stop light When the drugs wear off Will the love kick in Would you stay out long enough To start again?
On and on and on I chase your form across the bed Leave it up to me Until you come to turn it in Say I miss you like a mantra Until I forget what it means It doesn't matter what you tell me I just need to hear you speak
All my greatest fears turn out to be The gift of prophecy All my nightmares coming true Come do my outline in the street While every night I reenact the same Recurring dream Now I'm stuck inside a vision that repeats Repeats, repeats, repeats, repeats, repeats, repeats, repeats, repeats, repeats, repeats, repeats, repeats, repeatsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
