I never saw your face Was it you or someone else I never stopped explaining, questioning
They say what is done is done You cannot turn the hands of time But what about those dreams That stand unfulfilled
Stil I need your love to warm me at night Still I need your arms to hold me tight Still I need your lips to whisper healing silent wounds of ours
Overjoyed and undone Much too weird to live and to rare to die we were
Overjoyed and undone Much too weird to live and to rare to die we were
Stil I need your love to warm me at night Still I need your arms to hold me tight Still I need your lips to whisper healing silent wounds of ours
Overjoyed and undone Much too weird to live and to rare to die we were
Overjoyed and undone Much too weird to live and to rare to die we wereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.