Психолог Зигмунд

Save me, my hands, they were strong, but my knees were fought to leave Stand in your arms, without falling to your feet But there's a sight to you that I never knew, never knew all the things You say they were never true, never true in the games You played, you would always and always win But I said, fire, to the rain, what's it for as I set your face? When it burned while I cried, cause I heard it screaming out your name Your name, we're laying with you