I'm handing in my guns now I will stop slipping away like sand between your fingers For better or for worse, I yield to you
I will lay my armour down, claim the hunger and the words that were always on my mind Any triumph breeds defeat Any blessing holds a curse but for once I won't let go
You laugh at all my twists and turns The stories I tell find a home in your memory And by now it is too late to run, so I yield to you
I will lay my armour down, claim the hunger and the words that were always on my mind Any triumph breeds defeat Any blessing holds a curse but for once I won't let go
You see me like no other And I have tired of staring it down, tired of turning to find it all too strong, too strong to let it goTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.