When there are those puppets on the candlelight And the southern wind blows cold When I trace your footsteps leaving my bedside Well then I think I know, I'll sleep no more
A thousand houses in my head Allow a similar confession to excuse the things I said
When I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the morning Faces that I dedicate to turn, into the night
When there are those cups left on my table side And the southern wind won't flow When I trace your footsteps leaving my bedside Well then I think I know Well then I know it's all about surprises
A thousand houses in my head Allow a similar confession to excuse the things I said
When I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the morning Faces that I dedicate to turn When I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the warning Faces that I dedicate to turn, into the night
A thousand houses in my head Allow a similar confession to excuse the things I said
Cause when I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the morning Faces that I dedicate to turn When I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the warning Faces that I dedicate to turn, into the nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
