How can it be done? How can we escape from this indigent state? We try for so long, and now I'm afraid it might happen too late. I get the sense you look at me like at some distant star; I never really could accept how taciturn you are. But why does it feel Like the choir is weeping And the conductor is reeling? It's such a psychotic feeling. I wish I could talk. I wish I could live like there was nothing to hide. I wish that you knew how completely I'm struggling inside. Will you stay or will you turn away from me like them When you start to understand how cynical I am? But can you say it doesn't feel Like a skeleton has melted And the wallpaper's peeling? It's such a psychotic feeling. Faster, faster, faster -- I wanna come back to you. Oh but my head is so full of this horrible light, It just attacks I can't fight back.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
