There is a man who grows up in a land where everymen is made to think like they rest
He can't understand what is wrong with his mind Afraid of the dark he's alone in his shell 'cause he is shy
October .the leaves are falling Who knows where .can I find my own tree
He is at the point of surrender for life 'cause he is in the sight of a gun that might go off sometime
October .the leaves are falling Who knows where .can I find my own tree September .my life is crawling Remember .my grave is in the sea
October .the leaves are falling Who knows where .can I find my own tree September .my life is crawling Remember .my grave is in the seaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
