Call me, tell me we should meet tomorrow I can't see things quite your way But I think that I could show you Things that lie below your thoughts and words And your gardens and your stained glass day
Times you come to me and said you don't know how I think that there might be something wrong You could change your thoughts before I go But then you'd know that you were right where I wanted you And you didn't know
You were meant to worship and to chose Anything you want but now it looks like you will lose All the things you needed when you were the one Can't be found you know they've just begun To crumble all around you And you see them tumble down without a thought or care for you Or what you doTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
