When the winter sun sets behind your eyelids I resort to violence I hang myself in silence
Every time you come I run out of things to say Every time your hear I run out of things to hear
I said Father why can't I hold your hand? He said When you're forty you will understand
Cause a man's a man and a child's a child Throw away your Bible and perfect that smile
When the winter sun sets behind your eyelids I resort to violence I hang myself in silence
Every time you come I run out of things to say Every time your hear I run out of things to hearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
