we were the ones silently awaiting the sun but it's not fair that it's not there I wrote you a letter that I made sense of but I was merely dreaming metaphor quite literal both answers different but equal nonetheless laws of congruence like earthquakes in my head every response like a fracture in the ocean let's pull off our limbs and build a home out of it we were the ones silently awaiting the sun but it's not fairTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
