When you're running out And you hear them coming like an army loud No time for packing When you're running out You fall to the ground But you're holding on
Is this called home? Light turns to dust This could be home Time's running out for us
Now my head is sore When no one's around To help me feel you Am I monster? Did I deserve all of those words? 'Cause I still believe
Is this called home? Light turns to dust This could be home Time's running out for us
Let me hold your hand Let me hold your hand Let me hold your hand Let me hold your hand Let me hold your hand Let me hold your hand Let me hold your hand Let me hold your handTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
