Through the alleyways to cool off in the shadows then into the street following the water there's a bearded man paddling in his canoe looks as if he has come all the way from the cayman islands
these canals, it seems, they all go in circles places look the same, and we're the only difference the wind is in your hair, it's covering my view I'm holding on to you, on a bike we've hired until tomorrow
if only they could see, if only they had been here they would understand, how someone could have chosen to go the length I've gone, to spend just one day riding holding on to you, I never thought it would be this clear Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
