Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love
Don't tell your secret to anyone Because ideas are vulnerable As soon as you say your idea out loud Then it can go and live on its own And you will miss it oh so much And you will wait for its return And you will wish it were your own But ideas that left never come back home
Don't tell your mother that you are afraid Don't tell your lover that your heart might break Don't tell your gods that you no longer believe Because as soon as you say it out loud they will leave you And you will miss them oh so bad And you will wait for their return And you will wish they were your own But gods that have left you will never grace your home
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love
Don't tell your secret to anyone Because ideas are vulnerable As soon as you say your ideas out loud Then they can go and live on their own without you And you will miss them oh so bad And you will wait for their return And you will wish they were your own But ideas that left will never come back home Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
