Eight Light Minutes
Cursive
Clad. I'm wearning thin my invitation. I'll wear it out But it's just eight light minutes I'm offering you We could burn up so close We could burn to our cores. Burn to our cores.
Clad. I'm wearning thin my invitation. I'll wear it out But it's just eight light minutes I'm offering you We could burn up so close We could burn to our cores. Burn to our cores.