First born carry promise of the old born You're the same but somehow different They're the produce of the lie It breaks in and you never see it come then Seems like every of them moan there Like a secret you can't tell
And you get carried away, carried away Carried away, carried away
I've been thousand years into the future Almost nothing of it seemed sure Things so rarely stay the same Right here in this bad and simple seconds Leaving out all of your best guesses Someone's calling out your name
And you get carried away, carried away Carried away, carried away
Teach me to know my number of day Hold out my heart from getting carried Teach me to know my number of days Hold out my heart from getting carried Teach me to know my number of days Hold out my heart from getting carried Carried away Carried away, carried awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
