
Life was a party to be thrown But that was ...
Life was a party to be thrown
But that was a million years ago
Strip - tease jest to lekcja anatomii przy akompaniamencie muzyki.
Scars we carry
Carry with memories, memories burned by the dark
Look up here, man, I’m in danger
I’ve got nothing left to lose
My spirit's sleeping some where cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home
Ready, aim and fire your gun, nothing can cool me down
Turn my side
Do you feel my heat
On your skin
Don't need permission
Made my decision to test my limits
Ain't about how fast I get there,
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb
Zabiorę nas tam na chwilę
Bez żadnych map ponad szczytem
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches