Teksty:
Peter Gabriel Mirrorball

has changed My sorry name has made it to graffiti I was looking for someone to complete me Not anymore dear, everything has changed Everything has changed You make the moon our mirrorball

I plant the kind of kiss that wouldn't wake a baby on the self-same face that wouldn't let me sleep; and the street is singing with my feet, and the dawn

I plant the kind of kiss that wouldn't wake a baby on the self-same face that wouldn't let me sleep; and the street is singing with my feet, and the