Morning comes upon us
To impose another day
Though I might try to force myself to sleep
And if my skin were glass, my love
You would see a heart that keeps on beating
Only in the hope that you’ll return, to me
To impose another day
Though I might try to force myself to sleep
And if my skin were glass, my love
You would see a heart that keeps on beating
Only in the hope that you’ll return, to me
Esa imagen de Roisin... nunca la veré con los mismos ojos :)
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