Messages from broken bottles fall on black sandy beaches Ink in vain across the page now run from morning dew Hands which chance upon it lead to eyes which strain to read Heart which pound from love long overdue Lips which press together, stifle rhythmic heavy breathes
Oh how she smiles from vicarious love from the one he writes about She must have been so glad for him to throw it out
Further steps lead to yet another broken bottle Again the words contained have bled the page Whose tears were these which ran the ink From who they'd pour to make this streak? Were they his by chance from telling her or hers by chance from reading it?
They could have been collective They could have been from someone else Why don't we see whats at the bottom? Why don't we see what comes next
Oh how she cries from vicarious pain from the one he writes about She must have been so sad for him to throw her out
Lets just say she, she is better, better off somehow Lets just say she, she has never been happier than she is now We couldn't fake it so why even try?
Lets just say she is better, better off somehow Lets just say she has never been happier than she is now x2Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
