near I can feel it We have got to get out of here In our darkest hour, when we may not make it In our darkest hour In our darkest hour In our darkest hour
Well, we have got to get out of here In our darkest hour I think the end is near I can feel it We have got to get out of here In our darkest hour When
Tulkojums: Phantom Planet. Mūsu tumšākais Stunda.
Tulkojums: Phantom Planet. Mūsu vistumšākajā stundā (Acoustic).
cigarette Well, we have got to get out of here In our darkest hour I think the end is near I can feel it We have got to get out of here In our darkest hour
alleys, stained with blood and tears In the hour, when dusk disperses Its colors on the white statues Then I'll wander as a phantom of the posthumous
the alleys, stained with blood and tears In the hour, when dusk disperses Its colors on the white statues Then I'll wander as a phantom of the posthumous
along the alleys, stained with blood and tears In the hour, when dusk disperses Its colors on the white statues Then I'll wander as a phantom of the
... or have you everything planned. is there a simple universal system of buoy and rope, that you would use to tug your weightless mass along on, till you found a planet
communicator... or have you everything planned. is there a simple universal system of buoy and rope, that you would use to tug your weightless mass along on, till you found a planet
