a breath as heavy as a fall from the top of our lungs onto the ledge of a crumbling concrete wall there's this fine line between heaven and hell and the difference between the teller and the tale a story in the mist of its misleading actors with snake heads and forked tongues black souls and black lungs with sore throats and calm hands cold sweat and those dead friends I rather watch you sink 'cause sand runs faster than you think even if it's caught in a glass it still rules you lights on, minds off tangled up in the curtains red when the director pulls the rope your turn the rope into a thread your turn the bow into a fall break through the stage no curtain calls I am tangled up in you, you're tangled up in me we're tangled up like fools, when we could be so free what is it that you fear? is it the same things that I'm going through? is it our age that's haunting us, or do you believe the time will break us both in two and time has no excuse for the things it will do stop complaining shake up and shake free and burn your burdens with all your hopes and fears and dreamsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
