don't always avoid the dark side of the town lose, lose the riddim at least one more time
Street glitters reflecting the moon. World glazed with recent rain From passing by unfriendly crowd drifts a familiar smell Sniffing shoes soaked in forgotten puddles leads obediently but unsure of the way; The right path is being chosen by pulse or rather by the throbbing riddim within the head
Riddim is a guide which will lead you through the life. And the pulse is a friend which will give you helping hand. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
