What if someone declared They never lived or cared
No terms of right, no terms of wrong No grief when everyone is gone
Eyes on a birch outside Lost in the forest night
No terms of right, no terms of wrong No grief when everyone is gone Deformed child, born headstrong Wasted life, wasted friend Wasted time, wasted land
There’s no need to pretend With no kin to resent No more hardship to mend Face your single best friend
Wasted life, wasted friend Wasted time, wasted landTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
