Out of season, out of heart, I cross you off beneath the stars Autumn leaves a nasty scar and with the leaves, the heart departs You're off the map, you've left the book I'm off my head and treading luck And it's too late to call you up The heart migrates, it comes unstuck I light a candle for Saint Marie In the hope she never brings you back to me I light a candle for Saint Marie In the hope she never brings you back to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
