Looking up from an icy spot Praying for the re-birth of the sun If everything would explode Would you breathe in or out? Bring me a dog or a loaded gun I'm fed up with all the people around Most of them are to me Like crisp breadcrumbs in my bed
And all I can say to you Is to fly with the riddle To touch the moon All I can say to you is try!
Passive thinking, stuck in the game Souls hide in infected cells If everything would explode Would they breathe in or out? Stranded, deep in civilisation People I thought were like myself Have turned into what we all once said We hated so much
And all I can say to you Is that fly with the riddleTo touch the moon All I can say to you Is that I tryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
