Out from the top of his head came a figure so fully grown No need to be shown the things that took Very long to figure out And I should be ahead from where I'm now But I am not helping myself very much these days I am slipping through while grabbing for my memories
Leave it to Dry up in a bright window See it through Do you have to tell me so? Plain but good Why is it a crying shame That it should Never learn of its own name?
And I am not helping myself And I am not helping myself And I am not helping myself very much these daysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.