Please whisper lines of books that I should have read. Can you, still my hand that never rests Tell me how it is, again. But why I am still afraid of silence I think I may never know Instead we fill the air with violence Just to reap the grain we sow.
Don't worry we're just thinking something Cup your hands on your mouth to hold an ocean Don't worry we're just thinking something Cup your hands on your mouth to hold an ocean.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
