Please take my hand, and let me lead you through these museum halls. My god, the light casts an ugly shadow across these decaying walls. And should I
Ooh, let's go Steve walks warily down the street With the brim pulled way down low Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet Machine guns ready to go
Vertaling: Een duif. Waarom doe je niet Take Me.
Been trying all night to make you listen, Say you know me now, I don't know myself A fight an hour, the lust of power, I won't play the part of deeply
