Cities and factories spread across the borrowed map But still I’m lost Cities and factories spread across the furrowed land But still I’m lost
And the soil is as cold as the moon And the trees are as dead as a ghost And if I never see you again Well, I was the one who loved you the most
And the birds take a bow to my heart Cos they’ve never seen quite one of it’s kind It may be worn out and wasted It may be selectively blind But this heart, it is proud to have loved you This heart is not cold to the touch This heart never ran from your kindness This heart never asked you for much
Cities and factories spread across the borrowed map But still I’m lostTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
