Pogasły światła i zamknęli niebo
Dodano: 25 LUTEGO 2011
Put all your angels on the edge
Keep all the roses, I'm not dead
I left a thorn under your bed
She can see about four satellites every minute of the hour
And find a four leaf clover where you never saw a flower
She's habitually paradoxical, a parallel perpendicular
Barefoot in nightgowns, that's how she dances in the rain
Sundown to sundown, like she was washing 'way her pain
