of all the people I've known this one, you, you really hit home half a dozen of one thing a decade of another you tried to change the time when you stole it from your mother of all the people left unknown you taught me me how to be alone Eleonore Moth-god, daughter of the hot rod light like liquid moss covers up the hard grey rock I'd put my hat on my head if I had one lord knows what He's got in store everything is shaped like a cross and you'd do as easy as the next one better open my eyes now everything at the door best keep my mouth closed I want to see the lights of EleonoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
