Tekstovi I Pesme

I'm not around that much

Running exhausted and lost

If it could be undone

Will it have costed?

It's taught and lost



Blowing away we stray, wilted

insulted, at fault

What if the day had stayed in bed

These baubles we've brought

At fault



After the bliss has long ended

This caution this fault

Give me a breeze that's long winded

Accosted adult arrested