Till the sun blisters and sprays And every lamb ceases to graze When the kiss of the comb Tears my face from the bone I'll be your light When the shadows
Prevod: Tin Machine. Betty Wrong.
: (Bowie/ Gabrels) Till the sun blisters and sprays And every lamb ceases to graze When the kiss of the comb Tears my face from the bone CHORUS I'll
(Bowie/ Gabrels) Till the sun blisters and sprays And every lamb ceases to graze When the kiss of the comb Tears my face from the bone CHORUS I'll
