The bluest band takes my fear into its hands And holds it close And on its word all my senses scream "I'm not alone" Wind-up faces in the coldest void Cosmic sleeping bag Blacked out by the dreams of oceans and hills Like I've always had, ooh Instead of blood, she might open tiny floods The heart away In grandish love where the canyons roar Or lasers spray All the sweetness of a can of fresh-squeezed thought Not from concentrate Give me comfort, I feel strength Laughing spacey Chinese fire drillTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
