World was on fire No one could save me but you Strange what desire will…
Words can be like knives, they can cut you open. And then the silence surrounds…
(I can still hear your voice)
(I can still hear your voice)
(I can still hear your voice)
“As flores de plástico não morrem”, eles dizem, mas são de plástico. As flores de…
(I can still hear your voice)
Through the black starless water, and the cold lonely air. On the rock restless seas,…
if I asked you so very nicely Would you come back to me?