Take your pills, take your pets, and go rolling down the road I got a nasty little bruise, thanks to your last episode Well you're so cold and I'm so gray, and I can hardly save the day Think we're falling into darkness, running blind You got troubles, yes it's true, and they all begin with you If you don't let somebody in, you're gonna die in liar's gin But you never wanna row, towards the origin of storms And you locked away your heart, one more time
So take your books, take your broom, take your Little Bag of Gloom And I'm lost, and I'm through, and I'm crying out for truth Maybe when you're all alone, you'll realise where love comes from But until you take that time, you're just blindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
