calloused fingers touch the raindrops on the windowsill thanks for nothing haunts my head again like something real box of letters stained with love, found them crushed or folded i know now it was the words you wrote that make it golden
all my patience the things i waited through let myself turn to a ghost and into someone new all my patience the things we made it through let myself turn to a ghost and into someone new
angel in the house of fog, you look like solitude older than me by a few, a useless interlude got poetic for a night and talked about what's sacred drank like way too much and left the words untranslated
all my patience the things i waited through let myself turn to a ghost and into someone new all my patience the things we made it through let myself turn to a ghost and into someone new all my patience the things i waited through let myself turn to a ghost waiting there for you all my patience a dark and hazy hue let myself turn to a ghost i'm waiting there for youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
