Gradually cold Seasons fall down on me Seasons fall down on me Gradually cold
It's gradually cold Seasons fall down on me Seasons fall down on me Gradually cold Gradually cold
Deep in the action No, never just words The block's on alert As red as the eyes that are glaring
I march with my love Yeah, we chant and we roar The sound of drums reflecting off buildings As high as the fist that has risen
Oh sweet fire I feel in her palm The urge to let it be known to the powers that be that true balance is due Overdue
Sweet fire I feel in hеr palm Never just words Nevеr just wordsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
