Magic Land
Text: Tomáš Dvořák a Ondřej Černohorský I'd rather feel life's coming my way But I never try To really do something about it ...
Bubbles
My breath are bubbles in my lemonade going from the bottom right up to the sky I'm late to join them in their black parade nothing...
Focused on Nothing
Soul's like an iceberg Shows just the tip Go find the courage See what's hiding underneath Oh there is so much more So open up that...
Papercut
My world is made of paper I’ve even got a cardboard sun And even though The rain’s just painted When I close my eyes I hear it run My...
Fingertips
I am picking up the pieces Too many have I lost down in the grass I know I’m just as good as she is But I don’t want to play so I will...