The stare is made by my father And he takes it towards my mother As she looks away She becomes within his hands She tries to run free but she can't really see the way
Wide awake Never been one to fall asleep Trembling beneath your grip Just let her go
The stare is now made by my brother He wants to know what happened to me Further and further My mother, God bless her soul She doesn't know a thing That I fear for my life Within the abyss of my father's mercyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
