Sand in my shoes And death on my mind But it's over It's over For now
Crying Mothers Your sons have drowned Memories What memories have the dead Sometimes I sleep With my doors unlocked Sometimes I take on the ocean Draw the Ace of Spades And break all the mirrors And I'm fucked
Shy away from the real thing You know there is no God You shy away from everything You shy away from me
Nowhere to run In your dreams you are aimless Nowhere to hide In your dreams you are useless How do you sleep When in dreams you are careless How do you wake When your sleep it is endlessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
