In storms the coils do fail And I will paw for air You buckle and stir My brittle hand O, this empty glance of you Folds only to consume O, how they
storms the coils do fail And I will paw for air You buckle and stir My brittle hand O' this empty glance of you Folds only to consume How they
Prevod: Hannah Wright. Trakovi Of You.
pretty colors. But an ending that's sure to disappoint. It's not what you'd expect when you open the box. And all the things you'd wished you'd find,
