of horses wet with melted ice they would not heed my advice and burdened limbs of its weight to break and rot a whispered fate
please doctor, please
around me in a bloody sea to breach the hive and smoke the bees you can be my friend you can be my dog you can be my life you can be my fog
please doctor, please
the witches will return to their sticky tree knots I will feel the sun I will feel the sun I will feel the sun coming down
I wish I had a horse's head a tiger's heart an apple bedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.