To lean on the impossible Is the failure of our dreams The days of independence Need revolutions to reveal
The fact, the word, the undenied Take a shot at the lies The way, the eyes, the nondescript Give in to muted relief
Fall to the form Fit into the norm
Now I see you standing all by yourself There in the silence I see you're all to yourself And these are the hours These are the days These are the hours These are the days of the lost
In the end what stands to reason Like pillars to uphold Must be a universal Indivisible line
Fall to the form Fit into the norm
Now I see you standing all by yourself There in the silence I see you're all to yourself These are the hours These are the days These are the hours These are the days of the lost
Now I see you standing all by yourself There in the silence I see you're all to yourself These are the hours
Now I see you standing all by yourself There in the silence Now I see you standing all by yourself These are the hours These are the days These are the hours Days of the lostTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
