In the storm of the calling calling In the storm of the brawling brawling In the storm of the mauling mauling In the dawn of a crawling darling Last days in my atmosphere I can sense the shadows near Nightly whispers wilt to say Mornings wash my tears away In the storm of the calling calling In the storm of the brawling brawling In the storm of the mauling mauling In the dawn of a crawling darling Last days in my atmosphere I can sense the shadows near Nightly whispers wilt to say Mornings wash my tears awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
