Wait inside for the storm to pass by It's hard to hide when the lightning strikes I close my eyes And dream of the plans I'll make It's no surprise That we will never see eye to eye
I wasn't born to be a saint I wasn't born to be anything So what would you want from me
Came so close Still so empty What I love most Is killing me I hope you know That this is my last farewell Before I go These are the secrets I can't show
I hope I land on my feet Cause where I stand I can't see anythingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
