Viktoria Tolstoy From Above
Done it all still, he´d done nothin´at all The sweet - lovin´ great pretender Got his name on the wall. And a refill- filled with nothing at all the way- simply to surrender swallow hard stand tall.
Now he´s - in a different place Sees a different face As he sees himself from above.
Had it all still- he had nothin´ at all The mad- charmin´ big ole spender always livin´ a ball.
Headin´ downhill- straight up hittin´ the wall still fate was his main contender -his reality call.
Now he´s - in a different place Sees a different face As he sees himself from above.
