Months can pass like minutes When you're on the run Days are decades eyeing stockades Colors fade on sun
Beards of time Birds of prey Grow and swell Night and day
Fissures in the piping Tinges of the floor Life should be so plentiful There, behind the door
Books and bars Wall to wall Days to rise Nights to fall
Gathered wolves and jackals Waiting for their bits Habits of menagerie Written on concrete
Scratch will cross Every four Five to go Then - five moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
