Give me yourself...
Dodano: 2 MARCA 2015
Grief.
Grief.
Tylko funkcjonuję.
Eyes make their peace in difficulties
With wounded lips and salted cheeks
And finally we step to leave
To the departure lounge of disbelief
And I don't know where I'm going
But I know it's gonna be a long time
And I'll be leaving in the morning
Come the white wine bitter sunlight
idealnie.
