The house is calling All the pictures Awaken from the dead
How could I lose you When I kept you Locked inside my head
It's the little things That get to me They creep under my skin
A stranger that I've met before Neverending nostalgia Has taken me prisoner
The world around me Looks so lovely When it's being controlled
I found a poem You wrote about me Words that made me fold
It's the little things That get to me They creep under my skin
A stranger that I've met before Neverending nostalgia Has taken me prisoner Has taken me prisoner Has taken me prisonerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
