Is it really what you think? Or is it just what you say you think? When you're out looking for a fight, and there is no fight You can't give what you take I can't keep what you steal I can't process what you push Write the letter in red ink, in a pale white room It takes a lot to change a mind
Is it really how you feel? Or is it just how you say you feel? When you're out looking for the sun, and there is no sun You can't touch what isn't real You can't describe the sublime You can't force what isn't there A simple armature of your ideal world It takes a lot to change a mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
