Out late in the night, when the moon is breaking down. But the whole night's still believing, it's endlessly round. Sewing through the music.
Coming down, I don't believe you.
Sometimes, could be an hour but it feels frozen and open. Same way, it's still when you're dreaming in the morning. I bloom and flake, in the outward comes an ache. Like if I flew out the door, and ran right to you. It wouldn't shake the storm.
Coming down, I don't believe you.
Out late in the night, when the moon is breaking down. But the whole night's still believing, it's endlessly round.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.