I've got a brain that's black and blue a waking state that feels like slumber can't find guitars that scream like you a raw desire that pulls me under This is too rich for my blood
Inside the cold of small success the chilling glare of younger failure a stranger turns away the rest and finds in me a well-worn savior This is too rich for my blood
A heart that's torn, a sun still shines a broken man finds strength to labor a memory that's past it's prime will burn my frozen nights forever This is too rich for my bloodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
