Night signs on the carriageway Crystal stains on the windowpane White hair follicles dilate She hears the morning news A lifetime to ignore the waves
Her unbridled mind On the weeping way Spirals fly on the visible plane
She said…
When I was young I used to hear things That were being said Miles away Weeks away I was the only one I was alone I often thought myself someone else At the same time In a different place Why is that so? How can that be? It was an unfair invasion!
She fears her own power She never recognized her ability to healTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
