Pounding away in the back of my head Until I've almost lost myself And those red and black patterns In which nothing happens Have made me sleep
Her beautiful voice Is a nail being pulled out of wood Carry on little hammer You were always my favourite toy
When the world's dead to me In my soft to keep fortunate cushion of pins Is a soldier Slicing me really thin The unfortunate truth sneaking inTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
