7 acessos
It's long gone to carry on from December
It is no matter, if you remember
Mold, paper, bad wine, and too much bedside whiskey
I will roll my heart up
I will roll my heart up in my sleeve
Now it is your line
I know that i wrote it
And if you tell a lie
Well, no one would notice
And to you and i
Well, i was the loudest
While you stayed quiet
We were surrounded
It's long gone to carry on from the winter
I asked you upstairs
Until we tangled in my hair
You were never one for chronic chattering
Your heartbeat pale
While i flew my colors
I flew my colors like a sail
Now it is your line
I know that i wrote it
And if you tell a lie
Well, no one would notice
And to you and i
Well, i was the loudest
While you stayed quiet
We were surrounded
I will roll my heart up
I will roll my heart up
I will roll my heart up
I will roll my heart up