I don't care that flowers grow for you and me...and me You don't know what love is till you see her standing there A web of skin and nails and hair And bones and bones And thoughts rush in and Arch your head, you think you are alive But you are dead, you keep On driving in your car asleep...
I don't know why flowers grow in wintertime The sky turns gray, the sun don't shine And people rush to be On time for work, they Wrap themselves in woolen cloaks And hats and scarves Like larva in their incubated cars Like larva in their cars And drive...until they get away Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
