Painted skies, wake me up from this static life. (I'm drifting.) Where days just seem to fly by… (To nowhere it seems.) And with no place in mind to go… I'll be there …
Eyed wide shut, And a mouth knowing all. Yet see how they grasp, Always reaching for more? Stumbling through the dark, Moving ever forward. (They've learned nothing.)
This will be the last chance afforded us. The irony of a shortsighted god. In trembling hands Rests their hopes and their worlds.. So I've been told…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
