You are what they call the human season You are all the alphabet in one You are every colour of confusion You are all the silence I've become
Love me for Stupid reasons I like those most
Wide-eyed but Worth believing God knows
Damn the angry voice that keeps us quiet The editor whose work is never done
Keeping pretty words between my teeth and Sweet confessions underneath my tongue
Drowsy contemplation Do I let you in This is my invitation But how do I begin?
She has such an awful lot of soldiers Quite a lovely army all her own Night and day they stand before the fortress Very safe but very all aloneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
