Felt a drop of rain, on a numbing pain You were scratching your head up against it I was taken a-back and given soup Slung into a dairy and milked dry
Turned into a beacon of hope for the wrinkling mass On a cavalcade down and bound Turned into token of inaction, ((galloping forth)) Unlove, forget, until the shot
On a downward spiral impaled on a spire You looked up and held grin and bled I fell yet further, fantasised impact A new experience for the last time
Sun dry the soil, whittle the toil Throw in the rest and bring to the boilTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
