8 acessos
Shooting star could you be a message?
I can see the spirits start to rise
Trail of sparkle in the dead of night
From afar... From the other side
Fading laughter in the ever after
I remember when the time ran out
Night was falling, shadows were crawling
You were calling from the other side
I still wear the symbol of our memory
Weaved in gold in a painted braid
Round my finger, never ending circle
Like your memory, from the other side