I'm standing at the roadside on the 118 it's freezing cold I'm dead tired a haze lies on the landscape and I'm shivering and all the falling stars seem to say goodbye as the rime is gently creeping right over my feet my eyes are following the white lines on the straightaway street swear that after the landing and after the pain I'll think back of you every time it rains
I hit the road now here on the 118 it's freezing cold I'm dead tired it's eight thousand miles to where I don't wanna be but still I'm leaving and I kind of wonder why it was a great from the beginning to the closing scene I count those hundreds of dead flies on the dirty windscreen you changed my paradigm and aspects you're my passport to fame I'll think back of you every time it rainsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
