Crawling to the coast I want the sea to take me Haunted by your ghost Alone on 96th Street I thought it was a joke Too tired to protest Now I really know
I see your brother all the time His voice is like a sad spell That brings you back to life A trick played by the angels Now look at all this time Between us like a cold hell A void I get to know
The most perfect face I see it when I wake up When I'm still weak from dreams Can't touch you but I hold on To all the little things You'd say to cheer me up You'll never know my loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
