In the beggard house of wanted thoughts i saw you,you took my hand, led me to another land
down past the old picture house, we wandered with no time to be proud, i have todecide now
if i should follow the sorrow or the song where do i belong? With the sorrow or the song? The sorrow or the song?
How the thought of you clings to me like how the thought of you clings to me like
a haunting school yard memory awating, i'll have to wait turn, sit and watch them burn
the prison wall,the music hall, the tower clock is watching over town, i'll have to decide now
if i should follow the sorrow or the song where do i belong? With the sorrow or the song? The sorrow or the song? Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
