In starts up the staircase and in fits to the room As swathes of ocean meet, melt and form again In measures, colours decrease in the steam As in my roof-top white sheet lightning dream
Catacomb village, sandalwood your skin I'm your tether's end, you're my everything Oh honey biscuits, when I sensed you'd outdone me Could have forged up the mountain, I left for the forgery
Striking a claim for us, apply the flames to us, softly It's a delicate business, and you know just how to charge me Is that something taking shape, is that something taking flight? So carried away, lightening, sheets of whiteTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
