Hot flush, reddening, naked until the sunrise Flounder wonder and doubt, hope and dream of the day to rise from the trough by the horses, into the ethereal
Tug at the heart strings and cling to an ankle Rip at the gut, relentless We're overreacting and lapping it up Jumping on the wagon Bear hug, pressure, feeling the truth and struggling to breathe Consciously
Under terrible notions, we took a swing and missed You in the water, me in a sort of bliss And rose from the trough with the horses, into a useless realmTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
