the shadow Caught by the drift and pitch Of whatever it is That keeps me coming back I want out 'cause I'm getting sick Sick from all this swerving Driver, sick from
Překlad: Jak Města Burn. Tak z mých úst, By Yours, je očištěna můj hřích.
the shadow Caught by the drift and pitch of whatever it is That keeps me coming back I want out 'cause I'm getting sick Sick from all this swerving Driver, sick from