It's raining in this room And it's so hot outside this room I don't know no one here I don't want to be here In this room We hold parties in our sleep We fill ourselves up in our sleep And I'll heal you when you're ill Though it's hard keeping still In our sleep Pries the hair out of her mouth While the circus is heading sout While we search in the sand Don't ask them to understand Why they cover up their hands And their mouths Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
