The bells ring far We clench our bellies like them The way I walk, the way you run It won’t match the same
I know you miss me, The right-old-missed me I never change
The blankets driving me undone I’m losing my head over the Moon
The tamborines they make it better How I speak the crashes come louder And when I sprint they sprain the screams The straining of good-only dreams
The tamborines they make it better How I scream the crashes come louder And when I sprint they sprain the screams The straining of bad-only dreams
The tamborines they make it better How I crash the better comes louder And when I sprint they sprain the screams The straining of white-only dreamsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
