Cut apart the bush I think that there's something glowing Cut away the thread, you never know, we might be slowing Fell upon the stairs, floundered ascent You're super and sticious
Sudden and sure, waiting out Gone steady and pure, oblivious Touching unrest, hesitant Going anyway Golden and fading anyway
In an open field, couldn't find the point of Curiosity, harboured and nurtured In a civil dive, couldn't find the point of Caution, foresight or hindsight
Caught between a glimpse of you Clinging hoping to pull through Clung traversing the great blue Holding onto thoughts of you
Ever brittle, slip from the grip, untethering Fractured right through, a paralysed look at youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
