Eyes make their peace in difficulties. With wounded lips and salted cheeks. And finally we step to leave. To the departure lounge of disbelief. . And I don't know where I'm going.
Eyes make their peace in difficulties. With wounded lips and salted cheeks. And finally we step to leave. To the departure lounge of disbelief. And I don't know where I'm going.
(Forever in my life). (Forever in my life). (Forever in my life). . How's the point of disbelieving?. Were you above the borderline?. You pushed me right into the deep end, girl.