Pulling The Wool
Phoenix And The Turtle
Ainda não temos a cifra desta música. Contribua!
Thought they were blue
I'd see right through them
Like the sun's light scatters in their eyes
Behind the reflections of what they want to see
Is the black of space
But crowded in its place is the illusion
Of the sky.
Composer not found.
Collaboration and review:
0 views
