When the world has turned paralyzed and wrong cold blooded claws never offered anything at all past the point of love shattered and untied waiting to pick up the pieces that make it all alright
but pieces of what pieces of what pieces of what doesn't matter any more
moonlight on my floor shining through the roof they got the city surrounded as if I needed proof i forgot my fear feelings on the rise burying all of the pieces falling from the sky
but pieces of what pieces of what pieces of what we used to call home pieces of what we used to call home
Lay my dragon's teeth And shallow water still At the Belgian gates I waited for my mealTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
