He cheats A brutal creature Moves just like a man He smiles And is dressed in white and gold The colour of the sweets That dreams are made of gold The colour of deceits that take my life
First they blind you Then they tell you who you are You’re empty Dreams are all you’re left with
In the middle of the afternoon We’re walking dead our eyes are open Things I will do better And on and on we shape the ground And hope our love will grow Things I will deliver
As we’re serving this phenomenon I wonder how to fit into it Things I will do better And on and on we shake the bomb Until the system goes Things I will deliver
He cheats A brutal creature Moves just like a man He smiles And is dressed in white and gold The colour of the sweets That dreams are made of gold The colour of deceits that take my life
First they blind you Then they tell you who you are You’re empty Dreams are all you’re left with
In the middle of the afternoon We’re walking dead our eyes are open Things I will do better And on and on we shape the ground And hope our love will grow Things I will deliver
As we’re serving this phenomenon I wonder how to fit into it Things I will do better And on and on we shake the bomb Until the system goes Things I will deliverTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
