Quiet beach, soaked through and through Feel on my waist your wet hand Surprised we both survived Later, our burning bodies both made a glow And we rose as smoke and then as a puff of ash We drifted out over the sea Where it hurts too much to look It hurts to try and see
At that point we could just step into the gleamTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
