We run for the hills We run like fools Our city is in flames The bells ringing The bells ringing
Devastation has come Left in a station with a note of poems Now there's never any place Never any place to put my feet back down No, there's never anywhere The scene is rolled away, lights are taken down On a newspaper stand Any feeble branch to put my weight upon Well, I lie to myself Anywhere I dare to put my feet back down
Who fell again? In the pouring rain And who'll find the vein To put the needle in? And who hears that voice? It's like bells ringing
How well I know you How well I know you How well I know youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
