Eyes rolled back, We lash the runner You called out to the summer soil And it's not that, We're barely oiled You crawled back To whip the silence I climbed up two dozen roses Each one caught Like a Sunday soldier Hair tied back, I've a tendency to lose it Round the act, You lost your colour
I fired up, was the forceful endue me Each one like caught The first one soothing Lies a like I can rock a story Children's eyes takes Another toll on me It falls back in the sun's contusion I call out, I cannot be foolish God was right in the first of the cooling Side wind up, Where's the rest of the loose change?
Well I thought I found God, For the rest of the cool age Peaceful now but to colour the tulip Sides rise up for the ones who choose them Each one bad like the revolution knew this
And I liberate these things is all it is Yes, I liberate these things that I sayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
