Oh, my blood is thick with regret The sounds of this house, beating through my chest and when the Storms, arrive The flood beneath will rise you'll look into my eyes and sing Nothing left in my lungs for you
Oh, my thoughs They seem to reflect Like mirrors In my head I see my silhouette and when the storm arrive the flood beneath will rise You'll look into My eyes And sing I was never enough for you
Paint silhouettes with my fingertips trace out my regrets like they don't existTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
