Standing here howling at the storm
Shouting how life could be perfect
Well, then the walls have to fall
To start it again
Gentle change of tides
Upcoming days
Oh, the spirits of a new horizon fall
Into old dreams
Standing here howling at the storm
Shouting how life could be perfect
Well, then the walls have to fall
To start it again
Gentle change of tides
Upcoming days
Oh, the spirits of a new horizon fall
Into old dreams
10/09/2008 alle 9.24 |
… ciuè???
10/09/2008 alle 9.31 |
Ci deve per forza essere un perché?
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