Lying there. With a halo in her hair she cried. There are feathers everywhere. But it's fine. You do this all the time. . Crying now. Through a rusted smile she knows.
Lying there. With a halo in her hair she cried. There are feathers everywhere. But it's fine. You do this all the time. . Crying now. Through a rusted smile she knows.
Allow me to exaggerate a memory or two. Where summer's lasted longer than. Well longer than we do. When nothing really mattered. Except for me to be with you.