The engine divine Is inside Madeline The stardust is yellow and red And its mapping out of time inside of her head Now there's always Madeline Rising up from where our limbs intertwined Now walking a random invisible line Clutching like snow to the side of the vine Now you're free, free to do nothing Now you're free, to drift across the sky Now you're free, to be a shape just becoming Now you're free, inside Madeline Dropping a tear in the palm of my hand Making her mark in a desiccated land Bring light to Madeline Bring new life to MadelineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
