Тексты песен Puretone

I got two pale hands up against the window pane I'm shaking with the heat of my need again It starts in my feet, reverbs up to my brain There's nothing I can do to revert the gain I'm looking down

I need some headroom I need some space to breathe You're cramping my style Won't you roll over please Something has fallen and it feels so hard to get to Wool around my eyes You try to tell me that I