clouds covered stars and hide their homes from flickering
trunk of our car an angel who has lost his wings
and he will shine tonight
blueberry tree the prophet who interprets dreams
lay at his feet an angel soaked in gasoline
and he will shine tonight
smoke starts to clear clouds refuse to disappear
dark desert night as fire is our only light
a fallen angel burn out bright amongst the sands that took his life
and flames right down about to die pyres putting up a fight
we had no choice we had to try we had no choice we had to try we had no choice we had to tryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
