rests on my tounge. (dreaming) of holding your head, detached from the rest. this fuse left burning, but now we're far too close. lest sick from the guild you
from the rest. this fuse left burning, but now we're far too close. to let the past stitch our wounds and seal our tears. lust sick from the guilt you
Vertimas: A Static Lullaby. Praneša Nors galite pakramtyti.