In the middle of the night with a sickening sound This little boat ran aground The mast is twisted, the hull is breached One high tide and it'll be beached
If I could walk, I'd walk away But I haven't slept since yesterday The ink is sinking, the page is blurred And I can't read a single word
But I know I love you Know that I wrote My last words to you From a sinking boatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
