Oh I'll never get to the moon But I've seen the universe in a blade of grass Oh I've built my questions a raft And I send them floating there on a lake of glass And though this weight is like a stone It is hard to drop the things I've come to know
Oh my mind is lost to the ground
Like the crickets are lost against the highway sound Oh how I've been a thief with my voice While all the leaves just sing the truth out loud Take this mask and burn my page And I will leave my wallet in that lonely mazeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
