Flowed pattern covers the wall Presenting colors when called Like dim lights searching for eyes They're searching Turn for the light And puts there acts into place Crashes dimly against A small bet best left explained A shade of morals And gray goes away Some great shades of me Some quiet ghost is there Speak of belief So you want be good but it hurts So they want to be bad But they don't want this to be the way of there lives So they want to be bad but they cant So they want to be good but the shadows have had there ways with everyone A shoulder whispers her loss As hard wood falls on her cross And under two sided boards Well he stands yearning for more Chasing to the door frame As her sings of escape And he eyes softly collide With the will he tries to combine Come on he makes his own as she stares in A lone sheep He stands firmly by the door She calls come in boy Grey goes away Some great of shades of me Some quiet ghost is there Speak of belief So you want be good but it hurts So they want to be bad But they don't want this to be the way of there lives So they want to be bad but they cant So they want to be good but the shadows have had there ways with everyoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
