these are no rough winds this is a class five hurricane ready to erase everything and we're in the eye waiting for a wall of air to tear up human life meteorologists don't make the weather still we keep praying to them maybe the storm is gonna vanish - anyhow
and the dull knocking in the back of the head each time the telephone rings you better sit down now no, i won't sit down now
so many words never spoken so many candles never blown out and all the waiting and the powerlessness i wish i could help you please don't die please don't die - not nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
