I live under a giant cloud Well it's my shield and it's my shroud At home on the range But alone in a crowd I plug my ears when it gets too loud So get that kinky noise out on the stage With your spinning curls in a purple rage The sun in our eyes And the burning sage You're all alone then you turn the page Could it be? Yeah it could be Could it be that you're for me I'm looking right to your head Talking to you seems to wake the dead With what now you just said I think we're gonna break the bed Hands in the air & knees on the ground Don't be surprised if I fall around We were over the water When the plane went down It was over my head and you let me drown Could it be? Yeah it could be Could it be that you're for me I'm looking right to your head Talking to you is gonna wake the dead With what now you just said I think we're gonna break the bedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
