it’s getting way too late, can’t sleep i’m staring at the celling, thinking about the way we used to laugh at twists of fate, but now we’re torn apart and i’m lost at sea, i’m lost at sea of roughness.
it’s getting way too late, can’t sleep i’m staring at the celling, thinking about the way we used to laugh at twists of fate, but now we’re torn apart and i’m lost at sea, i’m lost at sea of roughness.
won’t you help me now? my heart is breaking and my soul is aching. please, won’t you help me out? my boat is sinking, all i do is stand still, mesmerized by memories passing by.
an early morning in your arms is all i want, but i do know it just won’t happen, the breakfast’s shite, the coffee’s awful. go back to bed immediately, there’s nothing that can stop me now from going back to sleep again and dreaming my life away. an early morning in your arms is all i want, but i do know it just won’t happen, the breakfast’s shite, the coffee’s awful. go back to bed immediately, there’s nothing that can stop me now from going back to sleep again and dreaming my life away.
it’s getting way too late, can’t sleep i’m staring at the celling, thinking about the way we used to laugh at twists of fate, but now we’re torn apart and i’m lost at sea, i’m lost at sea of roughness.
won’t you help me now? my heart is breaking and my soul is aching. please, won’t you help me out? my boat is sinking, all i do is stand still, mesmerized by memories passing by.
an early morning in your arms is all i want, but i do know it just won’t happen, the breakfast’s shite, the coffee’s awful. go back to bed immediately, there’s nothing that can stop me now from going back to sleep again and dreaming my life away.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
