There is a sense of being left behind Left at the end of my hair When the sheen of your eyes coloring my soul When the wind sweeps the body I should just hold your hand Then I swim in the cornea of ??your eyes Until all the flavor
There is a sense of being left behind Left at the end of my hair When the sheen of your eyes coloring my soul When the wind sweeps the body I should just hold your hand Then I swim in the cornea of ??your eyes Until all the flavor