Hold my candle of pachouly, in my mind I feel the Jones I can smell it rose and water, I guess it's time to roll the bones Life ain't always black and white, kaleidoscopes are coloring my way Fading pictures of wrong and right, my signature is written with your sage
Can you tell me what it means Searching for my tangerine I can't fine my tangerine
Holy water bag of mojo, cross my fingers say a prayer Burn the incense kissing sunshine, tie a feather in your hair It can't be what it wants to be, I close my eyes and see right through the end I hear the words screaming in my head, the melody is flowing from my pen
Can you tell me what it means Searching for my tangerine It's almost never heard or seen I can't find my tangerineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
