Gli smashing pumpkins

Disarm you with a smile and cut you like you want me to Cut that little child Inside of me and such a part of you Ooh, the years burn Ooh, the year burn I just to be a little boy so old in my shoes...

This time I need to know I really must be told if it's over It's up to you uou know the things you want to hold are in pieces Crashing down Crashing down again Crashing down Crashing...

Fino a dove mi accompagnerai, lì sarà dove crederò ai regni delle leggere delusioni, che veleggiano sulle foglie su una spiaggia distante, lei agita le sue braccia verso di me come se dei poliziotti...