There's always a first time But so rarely aware When it's the last Leaving it all behind Letting it rush into the past
Like Bertolt on the bench Said his goodbyes "I can't work like this, it's just way too nice" And wasn't he right almost all the time
The distant love as the rest of the world shatters Who's to say if any of this matters ? Who knows what's wise, in this other life Just another shadow in paradise
I think about Lion left there behind With a library of books But who's around to read your mind ?
There was I, walking home Another stupid sunsеt spent alone It all passes so quick I think thе beauty of it all made me kinda sick To hear the splash of pools And tennis balls behind their fences Their high walls up in the hills I curse you all until your doomTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
