Текст песни
I'm pouring their dreams while I'm saving mine; every glass I fill,
Every bottle time.
They don't know the ground I'm claiming,
Slow; I'm pouring their dreams, but I'm running my own show.
Late receipts, sand, empty chairs; I'm not stuck,
Every bottle time.
They don't know the ground I'm claiming,
Slow; I'm pouring their dreams, but I'm running my own show.
Late receipts, sand, empty chairs; I'm not stuck,