we go, getting nowhere Why can't I explain the way I feel again Why can't I just stand instead I crawl [unverified] again Why does it always feel like Sunday, like Sunday
I'm out here on a limb for you again Around and around we go Getting nowhere Why can't I explain the way I feel again Why can't I just stand Instead
Preklad: Lo-Pro. Nedeľa.
Scented a rose, and as the shocked machines still scanning pavements screen, ground with siren eyes. Sounding through blinding sight. Piecing of pieces
