Can I borrow your time? Am I losing my mind? My skin is aching My brittle bones are breaking, breaking It's so bracing outside Showers and showers of unhappiness Pulling air to the little tunnels in my brain I can hear the familiar voices rumble, rumble I can feel my life in those hand tremble, tremble
Delicate with me, delicate for Delicate is easy, delicate is more
I had a dream that I had heavy feet And that kept you from her sleep I had a dream that I was gushing streets alone I had a dream that I was told to keep Oh, wash it from her sleep Had a dream husbands did stripped the widow's bonesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
