We spent our time breathing through smoke eyes set on a sun that never warms the air pretending as a cold heart as a long forgotten lie wrapped in a shroud pierced by nails and thorns
and still we pretend on our knees crushed by the lie
warming the air with fires large enough to touch an empty black sky and bright enough to fill our empty hearts
warming the air with fires large enough to touch an empty black sky and bright enough to fill our empty heartsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
