Latin For Truth
Some Days I Feel Like Santiago, Some Days I Feel Like The Fish
Dieu est mort pour moi et chaque femme que j'ai jamais touché
if it burns, hold it under till it drowns
no flame burns on half the wick, love doesn't come around
it's inherent and constant like warmth from the sun
it lasts as long as there's a breathe in our chest, until we're done
From Letras Mania