Apr 20, 2010 09:04
You know, you own my heart, silly heart.
So treat it much tender, don’t tear it apart
We’re watching the thunder and terrible rain,
It’s everywhere. Over and over again.
Our city is sheeped ito darkness, it's blind
Both we're not here, 've been searching for light.
My candle is burning but only for you
I’m waiting, I’m crying…
Come on !
That’s not true:-))
стих