I’m dying right here Not strong enough to say it out loud It’s such a mess when you’re standing near Trying to overwhelm my pride Creepy crazes that fill my mind Are floating out like an endless stream And I’m aiming right at you Giving you a taste of your own medicine
Shoot me down with the magic spell And let it grow more and each day Weka my up, shake me up Before we loose it all again Whim, ardent feeling Or love, revealing The thruth We have to admin it Hand in hand One by one But you’ll start first
I wish I had eyes made of glass… And would stop playing in Stare-down contest Where the winner is not the one Who maintains their gaze But the one who looks away in haste I whish I could cover up My uncertainty and clumsiness How is it that that a few minutes later… You cannot speak And fall down stairs
I’ll catch you up with my magic tricks Sonner or later it will set us free I’ll wake you up, shake you up We can stand here as long as it takes Pure felling in water dipping This time we don’t have to admin it Hand in hand and one by one….
Rain down one me Wash away the mystery Bring back recovery Set it all free Rain down on me Wash away the mystery Bring back recovery Let us all be freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.