Clay sets to rock Rock doesn't move, (It's nothing to prove) I can't rewind clocks, And rust starts to suit me
Hardline Design
We are the bones of tomorrow, decaying and hollow, We all end up where we belong. We are the roots that will follow, provide for tomorrow. Rewind, mistimed, Why grind your hours for someone else? Your times worth more than all their wealth Hardline. By design
They set their clock When will they learn? (it never returns) I cant find my flock. There is safety in numbers
So far from God, but you wandered there willing The fare's in my eyes, closed with two shillingsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
