The sun still rises, the moon still shines; I've seen it over ten-thousand times. But this may be the year I will disappear. Come through my window, not through my door; Leave me a number I can ignore. Then go tell everyone what we might have done. And don't mind what you've heard It's just an empty word. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.