the sentiment is still intact a golden cat a photograph
to be full full of spite need to close my eyes to black the light the images crawl up my spine you left them there, tattooed in time
wrinkled up thrown out for good another note I wish you would, tear apart like my skin
we were as free as we could be nothing can take that from me
a heavy weight from NYC a hotel room we couldn't leave all the ghosts drawn on the wall onto my arms the words were scrawled a secret pulse between you and me the strangest fruit that killed the tree eyes that grow in the night dilate when the pace is right
we were as free as we could be not even you can take that from me we were as free as we could be but too much ain't enough for meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
