If the air touches skin with its grace If the gift of love gives an embrace If a blade finds its mark and blood is drawn Still i think i’ll be far, i’ll be gone
If the breath of today does not sway Tomorrow’s memory just may It is all i can hope for as of now For the scent of today is too foul
Is this meant as as twisted cure? Protection from all the hells endured I’ll take anything, as long as it stays Within sight alwaysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
