I saw you coming my way I saw you diving It’s just too real Not a dream Not a vision It’s just too real Losing my will And still Shed a pale tear
In the silken fringe of my faint eyes You found the way How does it feel to be in the play? A pious poet, enemy
Sweet-scented angel How does it feel to tell how awful you really are? All the keys come crowded In a different way Be yourself!
Feel no shame! Clear away the gloom Tell me where real pain lies With a quarter moon Winter wind blew pale
Not a vision It’s just too real Losing my will And still Shed a pale tearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
