8 acessos
wander through the ciry baby
tell me what you see
pretty lights out of sight
make me sweat
make me cry
look into the mirror baby
ask me what i think
the way you sway - let's go play
my hands upon your curving face
no one gave you the right
painted pictures in my brain
you act like this is some kind of game
vivid visions of your love
scattered sketches hand in glove