Pretty soon there'll be a colour page that we can run away to Faces in the reflection on the screens we like to see, just you and me Here we are in a hurricane, floating like a brick house Throwing money in the wind because we always take the bait You said to always use your elbows when you wanna win the fight Well maybe I wanna break my hands so that my future gets real bright
Is it in my head, cos I'm not sure, have I seen this place before I was waving from your drive way while you wait to close the door Is it in my head cos I'm not sure, do I need you anymore I wanna trade this for a tangible disease I miss the days the dreams would fall asleepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
