paroles de chanson Out of True - Rosa Anschütz

My secrets my parcels are
Nobody′s harvest
Blind from succeeding
Overwhelmed by delight

Get over it

My skin cold from waiting
Choosing the freedom
To help oneself breathing
Reveal the rumors
That spread

Get over it

You're blinded by
And you′re blinded by
And you're blind by
Gasping from pride

The one who cares less
Wins

But so cold I am
So cold am I
So cold am I
So cold am I

Loyalty versus strength
It will take long to steal my breath again