19. Dezember 2013
Isn't that strange, how one day follows another
Like rain drops on your panes
Running out of time and running out of breath
You drop your dreams one after the other
Isn't that strange how we can't keep up with the days
And how one face replaces another
And the names they change, and the stories they end
But it's the same words lover after lover
Ja.
g a g a - 19. Dezember 2013, 23:27
