Reach out my hand just to be pushed back down In the coldest summer we will drown Defeated left alone taking on the wrong cure With a price too steep asking what went wrong A lost connection, dispatch uncertain The truth is weighing in its moving day again A harmful diversion perfect in every way The truth is weighing its moving day again Reach out my hand just to be put back down In an endless summer we will drown Defeated not alone taking on the wrong cure With a price too steep asking what went wrongTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
