These rivers are rain from a summer gone by dragging the rubbles to sea they’re pointing their guns towards a northern sky still none of them call themselves free
afraid to collide, you fall out of your mind to kiss concrete ground with your teeth. but with two cigarettes and your letter, combined this air is too heavy to breathe this air is too heavy to breathe
in order to stop them you cry out a spell that withers in rubbles overseas “take all your fluid words, kiss me farewell and give me peace give me peace”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
