You can call me a madman, but I'm spoken for You can take my positions, leaves me an open door
And the city has a way to make you forget About half the stuff you love and things you don't know yet About the space that's left when nobody talks About the quiet on the path where nobody walks
When the road takes me to the other side of the world Little woman, she replace me, give my body back to the buzz
You can call me a madman, but I'm spoken for
Should I blame my profession or should I bless the war
And the city has a way to make you forget About half the stuff you love and things you don't know yet About the space that's left when nobody talks About the quiet on the path where nobody walks
When the road takes me to the other side of the world Tell the undersides to break me, I will put my hand on the wordTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
