You say you got trouble breathing and everything turned to grey. You say you got trouble believing that love is here to stay. You got gloom, gloom.
Gloom, gloom. I know you got trouble sleeping. I know you′re trapped in despair. I know you got trouble believing, but love is here today. You got gloom, gloom. Gloom, gloom. I understand death is the reason you dream about black ink. I know there ain't much to believe in but I really do think you′re in gloom, gloom. Gloom, gloom. All ridden with sadness, you poor thing. Close your eyes and see the fire, let it eat your skin. Illuminate the gloom, gloom. Gloom gloom. Oh baby I know it ain't easy. I know love's arguably the hardest task with giving, but if you give up now now is too soon, soon. Soon, soon. You tell me it′s what keeps you going; a slave to the tomb. How else does one make art? I guess you need the gloom, gloom. Gloom, gloom. I still wish I could ease your troubles. I want to show you the moon. As you hide under the covers, you got, you got gloom. You got, you got gloom, gloom. Gloom, gloom. Gloom, gloom. Gloom, gloom.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
