Texty:
Prenájom

I know you think that I shouldn't still love you Or tell you that But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it Where's the sense in that? I promise

The language in the dimmer rooms Seems to represent it's light source well How soft they speak and seem to be at peace With the movement of the music

I dreamt of a fever One that would cure me of this cold winter set heart Heats melt these frozen tears Burned with reasons as to carry on Into these

I had a brother once He drowned in a bathtub Before he had ever learned How to talk And I don't know what his name was But my mother does I heard her

Let's sail away past the noise of the bay Let's sail away past the birth and death of the day Let's sail away to where the blues And greens swirl into

Touch, lying on the floor, wishing this could last Knowing that it can't, and soon you will leave And I'll be on the floor, watching the TV Trying hard

Bill collectors at my door What can you do for me? Hey No romance without finance No romance without finance Boy, nothin? in life is free That?s why

Yeah, this how we get rich, for all the mothafuckin' thug niggas, niggas Get bodied, some niggas snitch, knowwhatimsayin'? throughout the world It's the

How do you document real life When real life's getting more like fiction each day? Headlines, bread-lines blow my mind And now this deadline, eviction