28 lis
Saviors never cry
You say that I’m lost
You got the word that I’m going down
Yea, it may be true
It’s like twenty-four tons of hard hitting headache
When you realize that you’re coming unglued
I’ve sown and you’ve sown the seeds of youth
Time won’t and I don’t conceal the truth
So get up and fly away
Or forever be in doubt… (więcej…)
