Held to the light under strict observation it's dry, brittle and thin Forcing your hand when it speeds up the tempo you try Flail in the wind
Time waits patient stepping on the outskirts Twisting everything I know I faded, playing off the back foot Masking anything I show
But you sleep and you call out the names of those you know They don't play on your team It feels fine in the day when you hear the things they say They become an antique
Time waits patient stepping on the outskirts Twisting everything I know I faded, playing off the back foot Masking anything I showTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
