Should I know where my home is, or can I just wander around? Out the door, a slow decay, I prepare to be split apart Between the seams of thoughts and skills 'Cause there lies a secret space Of love and hate, and changeable horizons Of love and hate, and changeable horizons, I'm rising
When I walk in through that door I don't care about them all dying But we'll make love when it's too late On this occasion of lows and highs
While out there on the hillside, where the sun is pouring through Here I sit with my lies and the stories I told you Of recurring dreams of dying in a fiery car crash
Where flames on my body create burns inside burns Every minute of my life, now I'm rising
When I walk in through that door I don't care about them all dying But we'll make love when it's too late On this occasion of lows and highs
I forgot to ask, is it really that time again? When I get scared, can I really walk up to him? If I turn my back, will he turn his back on me? When the world ends, will I be thrown back to earth?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
