And I know when time
will pass by slow
without my heart

what can I do
you're in the halls
the bell gives way to a larger swell

without my heart
what can I do, oh
wroclai


and we grow fat
on the charms of our idle dreary days

seen the shadows grow
see an ominous display
with no alarm

could we say we'd have expected this way
under stars have died
give incent to play

wroclai