Imagine a room painted all white And two girls in the middle playing quietly with a knife And it seems this room is empty, just a window on the wall In the silent conversation, what a strange place to call home
A million screams and accusations want to hear the way she prays Want to hear the way she whispers promises of better days
It all started pretty weirdly with a burial in the garden, Two dead butterflies were carefully placed in graves by a small child
Someone took away her wishes, without saying pretty please Cut them into a hundred pieces, saying that's the way it is Someone took away her wishes, without saying pretty please
She held candles in her hands, never lit and never used There's no flame above the table dripping wax, what's the excuse?
Someone took away her wishes, without saying pretty please Cut them into a hundred pieces, saying that's the way it is Someone took away her wishes
There's two (birds?) in the white room playing with the birthday knife And both singing Happy Birthday, what a miserable lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
