My mom recovered - alcoholic Gave me opera and Jackson Pollock Said all these things, all these things are yours She said you're not blessed, and you're not cursed In the end you write your verse Yeah all these things, all these things are yours
Let that feeling born in shadow Let it make you, make you strong And the demons you've got to carry carry you on, and on, and on
John Coltrane's addict ways Took us all to better days Said all these things, all these things are yours Am I right? Am I wrong? In the end just write your song Cause all these things, all these things are yours
Let that feeling born in shadow Let it make you, make you strong And the demons you've got to carry Carry you on, and on, and on
Cause all these things, all these things are yours All these things, all these things are yours All these things, all these things are yours
What happened to you man I've been there too Cause all these things, all these things are yours
Let that feeling born in shadow Let it make you, make you strong And the demons you've got to carry Carry you on, and on, and on
Let that feeling that you carry Nah nah nahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
