9 acessos
Hold on now
We're almost there
On the go
I lost your breath
I turned around
And you were gone
Night heard your sound
On the road
You turned to air
I could feel my bed inhale
I heard your cry
In my own voice
I tried to find
Your face in mine
I held your touch
In my form
I held on
I turned around and i was gone
Why turn around when time moves on
Why wait to see? what we saw?
We turn to salt