White lemon days Blue colored lines on your face Devil in your best Settling like death to the pain Now loosening your grip Feel the wheel slip from your hands Walking the devil's dog And carrying his groceries
I fell on black days Fell on black days How would I know that this would be my fate White lemon days
Love steal the schemes Drive around like spaceships on bald tires Burn the mother's milk So another fog is in line Now getting the devil's kiss And wipe the mothers kiss from my face Keep a stiff upper lip Spitting on my past to the pain
I fell on black days Fell on black days How would I know that this would be my fate How would I know that this would be my fate I fell on black days I fell on black days White lemon daysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
