Half of the decade, trying to cope More that I endure, sparser the hope So, pry up the tiles, and gut out the floors Find the foundations not safe anymore
And after the Lord speaks, baby, take me where the crowd don′t run And I'll find my shadow waiting, filthy with a twisted tongue And I′ll hide everything in my head And forget everyone that I've met And I'll never be open again
Oh, how good it must feel to not love anything
Half of the decade Caught in the rope Fashion the headache I′ll be the host
And after the Lord speaks, baby, take me where the crowd don′t run And I'll find my shadow waiting, filthy with a twisted tongue And I′ll hide everything in my head And forget everyone that I've met And I′ll never be open again
Oh, how good it must feel to not love anything Oh, how good it must feel to not love anything Oh, how good it must feel to not love anythingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
