Feels like there's me against the rest of the world
It was about a decade ago I had this age when I felt same I'm hanging around without a picture Without opinion With past but without future I need the rhythm back to my hands If this is so-called "All" - so where are my gallows
Where is the place we run to Where is the place after hundred yards Running drowns your dreams - away Face The sun there is the place before the need to run You never need to go - away
I gave the seat for a queen Awaiting smile behind those black prints giving some hope Thank you - You, so unknown My cry works if you need to dance Tears showed me one day that I do not need my gallows
And every Bird in the war They know the words and they sing along Flowers filling meadows they never weep, they never shout
I need to hold the rhythm in my hands 'Cause if my cry works then you dance and while you dance then we can breathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
