All your days aren't so connected, but they start to bleed to one When you look back through the ages all your days aren't so fun All my life I was a painter, painting pictures of the sun Never changed a constant image, I've been staring much too long Much too long
I'm not running right out at the gun I'm not running right out at the gun
All the times I cannot remember spin the wheel of my ship now I've become a mindless defender of silhouettes, can't quite make them out Make them out
And I want it all back from them now And I want it all back from them nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
