And I wrote it on my hand that I would always stay true to myself and I prayed the darkest days would never come back again our living room’s a forest fire our balcony is full of flowers
And you heard it all before and I promised this time will get better but I always let you down never seem to find the right pattern our roof is built with candy cotton our bed is a wide oceans bottom
Come and take me down down where I belong I can not stand the sound of my own heart
And all this time spent on unnecessities love is not enough to save the ones with higher needs our walls are empty sheets of paper our garden is our dying saviour
Come and take me down down where I belong I can not stand the sound of my own heartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
