I see the morning paper I crumble it to bits 'Cause it's bad again How long will it take us To find out this is it Till it's bad again? The leaves are
(M. Fabrizio/Pacco) Che fine ha fatto il nostro cuore irlandese cosi tranquillo, gia sazio di se sotto il fruscio di una cravatta turchese, mentre una
I see the morning paper, I crumble it to bits 'Cause it's bad again How long will it take us? To find out that this is it Until it's bad again? The leaves
Preklad: Závislý na listy. Naše Honor.
Preklad: Naše. Listy.
I'm losing hold of today's and clinging to forever's Waiting for your hands that reach the sky to hold me once again Could you tell me? How is it that
I'm collected enough It goes right above your head uh huh it does To know when I'm getting off It goes right above your head uh huh it does It goes right
I see the morning paper, I crumble it to bits 'Cause it's bad again How long will it take us? To find out that this is it Until it's bad again? The
: I see the morning paper, I crumble it to bits 'Cause it's bad again How long will it take us? To find out that this is it Until it's bad again? The