R / Roya / It could be worse
ward off all your premonitions of the darkness that's yet to come where you'd peel off all your skin and find something you look better in
the fog clings tightly to the streets roam the lines to where they lead our lanterns have trouble staying lit the rain returns to douse them
what's left to see? (send me out to sea, i'll grow fins and learn to swim) what's left of me? (send me down to hell, i'm sure that i'll make friends) Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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