I Am Not Lefthanded - Dedicated | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• I Am Not Lefthanded
• Dedicated

When there are those puppets on the candlelight
And the southern wind blows cold
When I trace your footsteps leaving my bedside
Well then I think I know, I'll sleep no more

A thousand houses in my head
Allow a similar confession to excuse the things I said

When I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the morning
Faces that I dedicate to turn, into the night

When there are those cups left on my table side
And the southern wind won't flow
When I trace your footsteps leaving my bedside
Well then I think I know
Well then I know it's all about surprises

A thousand houses in my head
Allow a similar confession to excuse the things I said

When I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the morning
Faces that I dedicate to turn
When I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the warning
Faces that I dedicate to turn, into the night

A thousand houses in my head
Allow a similar confession to excuse the things I said

Cause when I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the morning
Faces that I dedicate to turn
When I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the warning
Faces that I dedicate to turn, into the night

I Am Not Lefthanded еще тексты