When you were young, you were taken by time You thought you'd always be alive And now the dwindling sparkle in your eye You know the road is full Of crime and thievery, truth be told
And to the mystery Of something pulled away from me And the soul rupturing By something that I cannot see
One by one, feathers plucked from your skin And there you lay, bare in the wind And god is watching somewhere with the lights dimmed And the only hand you hold is your very own of gold
And to the mystery Of something pulled away from me And the soul rupturing By something that I cannot seeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.