Слова:
Senses Fail The Priest And The Matador

Here I lie, I'm staring at Clouds and shapes of dogs and cats I hear a woman, start to yell "Oh dear God, I think he fell" I'm the arrow shot straight

Here I lie Staring At Clouds and Shapes Of dogs and cats. I hear a woman Start to yell "Oh dear God, I think he fell" And the arrow, Shot straight to