Guess Im feeling kind of black.
Wanna get it over into my mind.
Days are passing out of luck.
Wanna get it over, over for now.
But I feel you and I guess you woman
and I place you into the sun.
But I feel you and I guess you woman
and I throw you into the sun.
Think Im getting outshined.
Broken words dont touch me.
I think Im allright.
Have this sense of happiness.
I wanna make it last girl
Its all in your hands.
But I feel you and I guess you woman
and I place you into the sun.
But I feel you and I guess you woman
and I throw you into the sun.
Artist: Across Five Aprils
Artist: Michael Ende
Artist: The Classic Crime
Artist: Marvelous Mag