Tytuł: ICB

• Wykonawca: New Order
• Wyświetleń: 228

My love falls from heaven
  To talk of this strange design
  Then it goes forever
  Where all things never die
  People look whenever
  These races have been won
  Minds just for breathing
  When the means for this have begun
  It's so far away, and it's closing in
  It's so far away, and it seems to travel in
  
  Taken from the killing ground
  By all dividing hands
  With no sense or reason,
  They came, they found, they ran
  Taking good advantage of
  All the things they are told
  I washed my hands of innocence
  When you started taking control
  
  It's so far away, and it's closing in
  It's so far away, and it seems to travel in