The wires dream about swallows in the spring I dreamed about my childhood surrounded by dead things Awakened by the humming that machines make when they sleep At least I woke up smiling so glad I had a dream
Chorus: She is waving out of the window Her smile as red as a wound and my quiet heart goes to pieces It´s been a lonely year in this room
And I will not ignore you like before my January promises are more than words softly spoken
I´m filming now obsessed with how I look And everything I told you was stolen from a book I read something about kisses in a science magazine Something they can´t capture in the sweetest movie scene
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And I will not ignore you like before my January promises are more than words softly spokenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
