Your heart is served cold, Your sights a set in perfect stone, And when you go you go alone, And when you stand you´re on your own
I wash the streets from your skin when you come home I wash the streets from your skin when you come home
We´re nothing like friends, You have no time to lend, And if you´re guilt then I´m the shame And if I´m hurt then you´re the blame
You wash my trace from your skin and you leave again You wash my trace from your skin and you leave again
Random laid plans, 40 days of one night stands, And when you go you go alone, You walk the cross you made your own
I wash the streets from your skin when you come home I wash the streets from your skin when you come home Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
