She told me to wait til tomorrow But I won't last, the grasses are green We like it a blotter of paper See how nice our visions can be?
The tablet communion of strychnine 500 of vitamin C 2 more and I'm really humming I'm peaking and now I can see
We walked for hours You got it, your sprain Ride on your speed, oh You bought it, your sprain
Drink deep from the wells of confusion No boundaries of human conceit That buzzing so distant and quiet Like waves in the ocean that speakTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
