Splinter of wood underneath a nail Spiked on a tree where hope was pinned
Pining for a moment of even more It just slipped out there
Harping on the old tune, playing the piping Suspense on a bridgehead distorting and curving classical angles
Hanging in the slipstream Is there any movement? Swaying in the shadows Could this be my moment?
Novel undertakings clear the place where it all feeds in Promising tomorrows we shall see what we shall see
Forensic score the final test, borrowing blood the final brief Quicken to the point express arrival, it's yours todayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
