Coming from below - Thoughts will not catch me - Pulling me like the shadows on the ground. So let them run and run... As the leaves fall wet by the rain... Am I trying to scape from my fate? The autumn will come at the end of our dreams, at the end of our dreams.
Insipid flowers, we grow and fade - The concrete garden dancing with the wind. As the leaves fall wet by the rain...
As the acid drops fall corroding us... It`s time to refuse the past that will come! The Autumn will come at the end of our dreams, at the end of our dreams, at the end of our dreams, at the end of our dreams, at the end of our dreams, at the end of our dreams, Dancing with the wind...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.