Pale comfort Sick in luxury Frail abundance She mocks sardonically
Shivers, she, in land austere For comfort she can't bear Wayward she will turn away From those who court her desperately
Opulent Decay
You who've felt cold Sleep most sound on nature's bed Hunger leads you Your thirst will keep you fed
Ask for something greater still Than ease can ever fill Lovesick artist, bid adieu and Lady Truth may follow youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
