Woke up blind into the sea Closed my eyes of wisdom Empty dreams of hollow vanity I wanted more
The fright of a thunderstorm Blurring the line between facts and stories I could fake a liar How wonderful it’s waiting for the light
Fly through crosswinds Aiming for the morning Lost on a flight with no gravity Crossing the line for more
Naked lights into the trees Watched it through my prism Follow me down and leave me my dignity I want some more
Fly through crosswinds Aiming for the morning Lost on a flight with no gravity Crossing the line for moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
