the nights were young once too like you playground slides slid to our room the light we saw felt miles away the concept of a memory a bit like passing harmony the clock hands rested
the skin that once was smooth as butter now just tears on the cheeks of mother the bittersweet redundancy of hope and i know how much i'd never want to know
you keep your windows open wide to let the monsters in at night cause under the bed is too dark now to see a thing the sheltered flowers bloom into gardens stunted by the roof but it's snowing out anyway
and you bathe in the euphoria and that's more than most can say i'm sorry if it's old to you but it's all i'm gonna say you bathe in the euphoria that's more than most can say you fade into euphoria that's more than most can sayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
