Mother, mother I can't take another Moment here the way that it is
Heartache, heartache It's a fear I can't shake It heals, and then it's broken again
The things I love seem to slip through my hands Like a big red balloon or grain of sand But I see the future through the eyes of the past Still I somehow want to make this last
They say the darkest hour Is just before a flower Opens to the light of the sun You're my reason My softly changing season Tell me I'm the only one
The things I love seem to slip through my hands Like a big red balloon or grain of sand But I see the future through the eyes of the past Still I somehow want to make this last
All my life, I've been fooling myself Trying to make the wrong things right Like a bird against the cold hard wind Trying to find the end of the night
The things I love seem to slip through my hands Like a big red balloon or grain of sand But I see the future through the eyes of the past Still I somehow want to make this lastTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
