Вие користите застарен прелистувач. Може да не ви бидат убаво прикажани овој или други сајтови. Треба да го надградите вашиот или да користите алтернативен прелистувач.
Angel cried last night;
it was something in her dreams
Carving pictures on her bedroom wall,
she wonders what it means
But gets by inside by saying it's not real
There's no reason to confuse myself
no matter what it seems
Angel lied last night to amputate her fears
With no question she exhumes herself
from possibilities
Close your eyes it's fine by saying it's not real
There's no reason
to forgive myself
no matter what it seems
And if I could grow some wings I'd fly away home...