There's a pull from beneath Wooden floors and salty seas In the fields beneath the snow Monuments to letting go
All the gold buried down Deep below a dusty crown of what you sow
Drifting through across the sand Hands dug down beneath the earth Pockets full of diamonds and Treasures you do not deserve
All the gold buried down Deep below a dusty crown of what you sow
I don't mind
'cause I won't be on my knees Lifting flowers to the trees Holding fast to the sound Of my heart tearing apart
There's a killer on the run Folding hands beneath the sun Come this way no don't be long The queen of nothing won't step down
All the gold buried down Deep below a dusty crown of what you sow
I don't mind
'cause I won't be on my knees Lifting flowers to the trees Holding fast to the sound Of my heart tearing apart
Don't you know your reign is done So step down from your throne Queen of all became none, Subjects gone my heart won't be the oneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
