And here's enough of them, For many a nightly breath And a fine shelter from the jealous too The rise of an extinguished art Higher dreams have come to us
And here's enough of them, The depressive season There with sceneries filled with idols
Hell, The space is no more Who named the crown that fell
What do you think Who were supposed to make it this time Yes, Blacken little hearts
(I can't believe my eyes) You romanticized the depths of this one
The wisdom of men and women says Those things we can't speak directly of We must refer to them
What do you think Who were supposed to make it this time Yes, Blacken little heartsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
