Well then I dreamed we were washed up in new guinea Castaways on a hostile shore Purple waves on the salty ocean breaking The music flowing underneath your bedroom door
Wouldn't you know it, that's a fact Wouldn't you know it, just in time for your vanishing act
I said "hey isadora, get undressed" As if that's any way to treat a guest Like the wild winds above us, frothing on the sky You'll become immortal on the day that you dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.