this ship was only ever built to fall apart the oceans that we couldn't cross the London Bridge is caving in cities melt into my skin it's looking thin
where my heart is there's never a home these wooden doors are closed and this prison's cold in my glory bowing out to the crowd returning to the ground
winter birth, the fires burn into the snow surrender to the afterglow letting mist dissolve the light the darkness oh it burns so bright i'm turning blind
where my heart is there's never a home these wooden doors are closed and this prison's all alone in my glory bowing out to the crowd returning to the ground
what a moment, encountering the dawn breathing in the air I've never known in my glory bowing out to the crowd returning to the groundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
