This This was my last attempt I'll be damned if I try again
Now, I am done And I will call down the sun Take out this pile of sticks I thought could build my wings
Burn every branch and each board Never carried and never soared I'd rather walk on the dirt Than to try again and be hurt
Has left me full of contempt When will I learn to quit and not return? My fault I thought I could But it's oh so obvious
Now, I am done And I will call down the sun Winged fire tall Stay on the ground for good Kicking the sootTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
