Brocken Spectre
Rainwater That Softly Drips From Your Umbrella
The more you care The more you have To lose God sent his son And then he sent His daughter I tried to bury you In my mind Forget Even broken clocks Are right twice a day We never knew that time Would make us fall away No more a figure of speech A song you loved to hum You never learned the words So all my doubt was gone Take your little hands I cannot warm them again
From Letras Mania