it's surprising how little things we lose I was walking through the streets of soho looking for a diamond ring but I didn't find a thing not a necklace, not a bracelet not a shoelace, not an old friend not a new friend in the faces of the crowd
and the streets were paved with cigarette butts...
it's surprising how little's on the ground considering we walk around and lose and lose what's never found someone has got to be the one to find the long lost answers banana peels and orange rinds
but we suck on our cigarettes as if one day they will save us as if one day they'll return a favor as if one day they will crave us...
it's surprising how little things we know I was walking through my mindscape and I didn't find a thing it's surprising how little things we know I was walking through my mind's streets red light stop and green light go and I didn't get run over
but we suck on our cigarettes as if one day they will save us as if one day they'll return a favor as if one day they will crave us...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
