my window Saw a bruise in the sky, Closed up my curtains As the world began, the world began to Look through it's window Saw a bruise in the sky, Ring
Превод: Претти Тхингс. Модрица Ин Тхе Ски.
of the slaves how many times can we rhyme about the same thing before we realize stand up we got to change things how many times has the sky dropped
you're gonna have to face A deep dark truthful mirror And it's gonna tell you things That I still love you too much to say The sky was just a purple bruise
forgiveness and peace wash over bruises and sores People bridging the distance over nettles and thorns Everyone aboard on the merry-go-round Some things
going to have to face A deep dark truthful mirror And it's going to tell you things that I still love you too much to say The sky was just a purple bruise
home of the slaves how many times can we rhyme about the same thing before we realize stand up we got to change things how many times has the sky dropped
re going to have to face A deep dark truthful mirror And it's going to tell you things that I still love you too much to say The sky was just a purple bruise
And the oldies can keep their fond memories of the good old days But, at the core of it, well - maybe nothing?s changed? These times have gotten pretty dark but the sky
