Pushing up on Carlisle Road into the seething shadows Through the plastic visor – a hail of broken kerbstone Fire-lit-faces, all the noise – so much hatred What I remember thinking – I can't believe this is happening All I remember thinking
Came home four, four-thirty, Emma was waiting up for me News chanel drone on the TV, her arms clapsed around her knee She looked up but said nothing I went up to the kids bedroom, touched their sleeping faces Wondered how I could protect them Wondered how to protect themTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
