In the crowd, carrying a knife Why should I worry, when there's nothing only fading lights This plan of mine I thought it up quick in a place where the sun don't shine I'm sure when I was born they must have broke the mould Cause what's the use of living, when you're always out in the cold This plan of mine Every bead of sweat, is a hill that I've had to climb Oh for the life of a sweet child Just to know love in you life Mother quick, mother quick, mother quick My soul's alight See the crowd, see the crowd, see the crowd On this hot bed night! This plan of mine Sweet is the seed, so sweet as the darkest soul Oh for the life of a sweet child Just to know love in your life Mine is the dream In this cold light Seeing it all disappearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
