9 acessos
In construction I'll honour your soul
Laid down something more beautiful
I'm tempted to rewrite it all
This time I know I'm going
In straight lines to bad lands
I'm leaving nothing to chance
Courageous mind
My left hand
Reaches for you in holding
Oh for dear life, cut from old cloth
Tarred by the same brush
As I sit here in a window of 3rd
For the first time I feel I won't fall
I believe in
I believe in when