How your restless hungry eyes. Speak of cloudy summer skies. The morning dew. Turns into rain. Lonely winds will blow my name. . Dying leaves are seasons gone.
How your restless hungry eyes. Speak of cloudy summer skies. The morning dew, turns into rain. Lonely winds will call my name. . Dying leaves of seasons brown.
How your restless hungry eyes. Speak of cloudy summer skies. The morning dew, turns into rain. Lonely winds will call my name. . Dying leaves of seasons brown.