He sleeps in a corner with thirteen cats A blanket, a litter, the air still stands bitter, a dragon guarding his gold His house is a cave full of useless things Pictures and pieces lie scattered in bins, but then, they're diamonds and dreams And he will stay there til the end of his days Gathering memories in trashcans and trays Days are wasted, in a careless hole and (??) as I watch him wither away Buried in treasures His fingers are dancing through dresses and skirts, searching through mountains of sweaters and shirts for a sign or the smell of her smile To keep them together, to keep her alive, so he wont remember that day that she died And his heart oh travels back in time Gathering memories in trashcans and trays Days are wasted, in a careless hole and (??) as I watch him wither away Buried in treasures Just a change, stays the sameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
