Tekst:
From behind a stained glass window, a colorful blur is all that I see
A shattered view of the world, a shattered view of me
The truth is hidden by shadows, my ideas are not complete, facts are lost to feeling
Time trips and slides, but IзЈЋ not dreaming
Maybe thatзЈ— why I got the wrong impression of you
Maybe thatзЈ— why I got the wrong impression of you
A shattered view of the world, a shattered view of me
The truth is hidden by shadows, my ideas are not complete, facts are lost to feeling
Time trips and slides, but IзЈЋ not dreaming
Maybe thatзЈ— why I got the wrong impression of you
Maybe thatзЈ— why I got the wrong impression of you





