What's the bigger picture of all these pretty people They're heading for the steeple and speaking words of peace And something out of reach And I don't get the joke
We ask so much of you it's not fair We don't know anything I'm not scared
Now she's with the people they're taking her for granted The frenzy and the panic can start to feel like home But I think I found my own And I still don't get the joke
We ask so much of you it's not fair We don't know anything I'm not scared We ask so much of you it's not fair And I don't know anythingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
