Open up to foggy streets and the shuffling of heavy feet Passing through antique gates and lining up to whisper goodbyes Freshly cut flowers rest in mud and sobs echo from the wind that carries sound away along with pieces of our lives Say we're dreaming, say we're discouraged and disgusted by life Exit left to cloudy skies, proving that this day is exactly what we always feared would happen when we kissed ourselves Our first taste of escape We are pureTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
