When the sins of my father. Weigh down in my soul. And the pain of my mother. Will not let me go. . Well I know there can come fire from the sky. To refine the purest of kings.
When the sins of my father. Weigh down in my soul. And the pain of my mother. Will not let me go. Well, I know there can come fire from the sky. To refine the purest of kings.
She is a little explosion of hope. Never turns the lights down low. She can go there if you wanna though. There are no markings on her country roads. No signs that show the way back home.