Shattered dreams, Broken hope Too ‘fraid for consequences
I drink and sink In disrespect You disappear from my heart
What I did Or what I’ve done I burrowed my own grave
Bells are ringing when we died With my knife in your back
The bells are ringing, when we dies With my knife in your back you cried Wish I could wake up out of this hell Wish I could heal you wounds with mine
An intoxicated mind, dead yet awake A poisoned deed, and no remedy For the consequence
Bleary remembrance and a buried hope Scattered yesterday and craven for the fight
The bells are ringing, when we died Wish I can heal your wounds with mine
Brief was my life Brief was the gold Brief was the shine in your eyes
Brief was this love Brief was your truth Brief was our hopeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
