Burning Bridges
Superstitions Of The Sky
I remember the last time our lips met in between us. It was so dark that I couldn't see your eyes. So short we left out our goodbyes and it's so easy to let this go. No one here is smiling especially you.
I remember the last time our lips met in between us. It was so dark that I couldn't see your eyes. So short we left out our goodbyes and it's so easy to let this go. No one here is smiling especially you.