---

you can't see the invisible sigh
from a blanket of mites in a bed that can die
and while you wallowed the perverted news
they closed down the bars and the temperature hit you

as this world keeps giving time
you paused and breathed the great divide
you washed away your faith
your feet at rest, your mind a race

he saw the mountain covered in the fog
let us meet at the top where the people won't see us
as you lay your body on a bed of grass.
let me touch your face, let me hold your hand

as the world keeps giving time
you paused and breathed the great divide
you washed away your faith
your feet at rest you mind a race

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.