Kishore Kumar Hits

Holy Sons - Behind Glass şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Holy Sons

albüm: In The Garden


Memories do pass and fade
Like lazy Sundays
There's a strange wind blowing through the trees
That sickens my knees
I could spend my days breaking out of a jail I built
Sitting behind glass I installed in the past to escape
It's absurd to know why I didn't grow
Lucky for the ones who take and grab what they see
So different from me
The whole world is jealous of itself
It's jealous of itself
I could spend my days breaking out of a jail I built
Sitting behind glass I installed in the past to escape

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