الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
I, I somehow find
I find myself one step behind the tide
I beg you please, I beg you please
And I, despise this conscience of mine
That will not let me lie
I beg you please, I beg you please
It’s like rubbing gold off my hands
Trying to see for what it is, I don’t think I can
It’s like rubbing gold off my hands
I let it go, I watched it fall, blind as I am
Blind, blind as I am
