Some master designed the world Full of longing and regret Some fool that's suitable Your imagined sight of love Sway the rites Some lonely dance But I won't change Someone phones it in
Serrate the night It's a game of chance Gearing up for nowhere You worked at cinnabon My friend is dressed in rags Go back to the bitter lands Some miser checks you in I passed by and you are gone now I was longing for a friend Your face in the carnival (lights) Could I have sent you running down Sway the rites Some lonely gang Somebody's picture upon the shelf
Serrate the night I'm climbing down To take you up to nowhereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
