The ground beneath her feet
All my life, I worshipped her.
Her golden voice, her beauty's beat.
How she made us feel, how she made me real.
And the ground beneath her feet.
And the ground beneath her feet.
And now I can't be sure of anything.
Black is white and cold is heat.
For what I worshipped stole my love away.
It was the ground beneath her feet.
It was the ground beneath her feet
Benjamin Bachmair 20/10/2006 23:14
wirkt besonders mit dem text sehr gut!
absolut dein stil!
lg benny