Make a move with what you can dead waters rise higher than your mind disappointment is a feather in your cap you want the truth so you can crush it in your hand
theres no map that can tell you where you are your inbetween things that only go half-way your tangled brain, tired old refrain you'll singin' it in your tired old asylum
you want the best you won the contest my eyes are filled with prizes you been showin' disappointment is a card up your sleeve place your bets at the door before you leave...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
