What a comfort to find out you're losing your mind And you re-realise that it's not the first time You burnt the beyond when you learned how to fly Just to find later on that there isn't a sky There aren't any clouds, and there aren't any trees There aren't any birds, ‘cause there's no cinder caught in my eye
‘til I've tied a tired knot and learned to untie it Just can't decide if I should lie or tell the truth and try to hide it ‘til I've tied a tired knot and learned to untie it Just can't decide if I should lie or tell the truth and try to hide itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
