Teksty:
Falcon The The Routes We Wander

of landing anymore. Drowning in these tumblers, stumbles through these doors, swinging out to cold cement from sticky, hard tile floors. These are the routes we wander

landing anymore. Drowning in these tumblers, stumbles through these doors, swinging out to cold cement from sticky, hard tile floors. These are the routes we wander

Tłumaczenie: Los Falcons. Jestem bardzo szczęśliwy, I Could Cry Just Myself To Sleep-lub-Trasy wędrujemy.

of landing anymore. Drowning in these tumblers, stumbles through these doors, swinging out to cold cement from sticky, hard tile floors. These are the routes we wander