Walking home, Malibu rum Dirty prayer on my tongue Swoosh of cars in the rain Angel Gabriel feel my pain Cast my eyes to the ground Walking past men standing around Outside bars, in alleyways Feel the intensity of their gaze
How many lives have I touched? Am I even doing enough? For my friends and my kin? Are we splinters in their skin? Then there's me, rooks to see Tangled in my poetry I was born a Gemini I eat ironies like apple pie
Walking home under city lights I hold my purse extra tight Do I slip into your thoughts? Like a fish you haven't caught? Am I too much or not enough? Were we just stuck in a rut? When we're together, you and I I forget that I'm shyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
