Songtexte Flight ‘96 - Chavez

If the glove from above could seep through
Spilling out, what a find you would be
To sleep through
To keep new

All the rust in my mouth spilling out
If the glove from above spilling out could seep through
Now that I'm getting lost, what a find you will be
To sleep through
To keep new

If the glove from above could seep through