Тексты песен Red Wanting Blue

A dreamy spoon And a pink eyed sun Make sense of this kiss Dressed in morning breath Never before tolerated Before this crush And a mob of mutinous magazine models Matched with the whirlings of dervis

Father, what have I become? A saint to few, a monster to some I am a savior, I am chosen, I am breathless I am useless to the practical world Can you remember life's price and how you couldn't afford