With golden lungs and ivory teeth It's still hard to breathe and to speak Still hard to breathe and to speak
Try to take what they were offering Try to find the good in anything It's wasted like a breeze on broken wings
When your eyes are flowering, and you can find what's left of me I'll be waiting patiently for loneliness to set me freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
