"I'll forget" isn't part of all the pretty fantasies of my lexical But I guess the daily life kept me busy for a little while, a little bit too long
Don't ever dare to tell me we could walk on water When the soul's heavy and grey, just like any of the stones Can't you feel me gently roll down on the bed of the river? Lost under the bridges, only going with the flow
Tell me, what should I fear if living is enough? Who will bring me back to rеason when this world seems lost? Oh, what should I hope for?
Words, ghosts of what have been (Can't you rеad on my hands) Faith, smothered under the skin Lies of love, flirting with the shame Or flesh and bones going down the drain?
"I'll forget" isn't part of all the pretty fantasies of my lexical But I guess the daily life kept me busy for a little while, a little bit too long
Don't ever dare to tell me I could walk on water When the soul's heavy and grey, just like any of the stones Can't you feel me gently roll down on the bed of the river? Lost under the bridges, only going with the flow
Tell me, what should I fear if living is enough? Who will bring me back to reason when this world seems lost? Oh, what should I hope for? Oh, what should I hope for?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
