A box underneath the bed In a room full of spiders I thought it was a piece of yours Hidden for years so I do not know The sunrays peering through the dust I was able to discern your initials Odor from a painful past Arose in my hands The walls whisper the story of your life Embarrassed, fell on the dirty floor Everything was a complex lie Where the blurry waters fall My hands bleed in a vision of blackout I fell asleep for years … I sold my dreams to ragman A box, of intrigues and fireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
