There's something bout the. Cold wind blowing across your face. It's not the kill. It's the thrill of the chase. It's like being in bed with. The girl of your dreams.
It isn't just me. That wants to be here by your side.. And I know. It isn't just me. That wants to be next to your side.. And I know. I only want to hold you..
I was the anchor on a heavy sinking ship. And we're sinking faster, I am the only culprit. How did everything go wrong?. I'm trying to make sense of it.