There's some kind of noun Bouncin around in my head Kicking me down Wish I could murder it dead
Stuck in my seat Dark tunnels under the street You're callin my name I look back and know who to blame
Don't take my hand This line in the sand is the last I will draw
Leaves hit the ground and nothing has changed here today Fumble around Can't find the right thing to say
Don't take my hand This line in the sand is the last that I will draw Don't look to me I've severed the ties and im drifting back to sleepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
