Indian Summer piosenki

(you said that you're leaving) Aren't you angel? (and that you're going away) Aren't you angel? (but before you leave here) Aren't you angel? Aren't you angel? Aren't you angel? You look so dead with that face on Oh aren't you angel? You're stealing moments yo...

If its a test, than i am sent airborne. I speak to you as if you were surreal. Just the moments that I dont understand. That you lost or maybe just unaware. I shut the door on my will tonight. On my will. (On my will) touch the wings of an angel.....

I think your train is leaving Looks like it may I think your train is leaving Train don't leave Don't leave I'm almost there (x8) Framed and willing On a 10-minute scale Devil left a mark Devil left Almost there (x6) Bright eyes Hold my.. (Bri...

Are you breathing or are you just reloading? I dont see how you can be happy. I dont see how you stand at all. I dont see how you can beleive in nothing? i dont see how you can start were you were? are you breathing or are you just reloading? are we dead? a...

Slow trundle Eyes bound to forever Sunrise collected taken Under sown collection Of mirrors past Seeing from sleeping The joys Of the newfound wing Pulling heart and soiled Wormlike drudging In movements pictures Heavy tenfold Of an iron brigde That will not b...

Once again I'm riddled with the task of peretrobating my thoughts back to the foundation in which my paranoia was forged so I long the thoughts of end solely secluded- its a lie. to each his own, or so I've been told along the scenes past a journey never endin...

Earth crust and bone, step back to the throne My skeleton danced on your grave stone Dust simmers the globe, turn ocean to foam Tryina take back what's gone back right Get on the throne, you gotta get it right Get on the throne, you gotta get it right E...

You can cut this in half you can make it whole. Cut it and make it whole. Whole. Cut it and make it whole. One down. One down on me alone. Cut it and make it whole. I knew, I know. Yeah, the Pill. Just give me the pill if this makes you happy. Just give me th...

In the stone heart of an angry son, an angry son who has done his swallowing, his memories are bitten pills, so many bitten pills that he has collected. The broken ground he now moves on, this ground so unsettled, so endlessly unsettled. On the way to the s...