A warm wind blows across my windowsill tonight like a ghost, like a ghost soft and low in this other-worldly light I dream of Rose
Common time never ceases, never yields it comes and it goes now I find I lost the pavement 'neath my wheels when I lost Rose
Should anybody wonder where I'm bound I don't know I come and I go wreckage looks the same from town to town I suppose it wasn't meant to be this way for Rose
Solider on what's left is not what I planned it's what I chose, what I chose and the sun up and slipped right through my hands when I lost Rose
Should anybody wonder where I'm bound I don't know I come and I go wreckage looks the same from town to town I suppose it wasn't meant to be this way for RoseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
