There used to be a confident sigh Thank you for finding the call in the sky Words are repressed and now we undress To lay bare and show off the things we obsess
There used to be a hole in the ground Fill it with water and try not to drown Telephone tight, pelican flight Bind me the cable to color me
Golden eye sockets Malibu rockets Save me from myself
Wisdom vision, endless eyes Now you've got me paralyzed Who am I
You can lead a horse to water But you cannot make it swim You can feed a grizzly beggar And take it as a win Get in to get out Get out to get inTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
