Concerning confrontations This is a shy and quiet morning The sleeping dogs awoke last night The thunder scares them, stiff eyed
Exercise your exorcisms Anchor down, raise the sail Autumn night, stay soft and cool Come morning light, I'll be gone
Spectators are tired of watching They're filing out the big top doors I'm buried in the smell of circus Those dark clouds are rolling in
Drunken mouth kitchen smile Please summon me softly to sleep We never talk, we only speak
Today I've seen a dragon On the ripped up, worn out armrest Stay back, this skin is laced with sticks of dynamite I'll be burning out like a shooting star
A thousand pretty lights assail these sinking feelings I should be on trial for everything I haven't doneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
