You could raise the dead With those terribly troublesome eyes Maybe you’ll always be bad Maybe you’ll always be the same
Are you alone, locked inside That prison in your head? You walk through the crowd Lost in the sound Invisible to every passing eye
This waking life is not what it seems to be No time to talk, no air to breathe Reminisce the scent of a single flower What butchers cleave, the wolves devour But if you consume it you will surely die When you’re buried with your tenderness You’ll drag it to your solitary grave
Are you alone, locked inside The prison of your mind? You walk through the crowd Lost in the sound Invisible to every passing eye Invisible to every passing eyeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
