Chris Wollard & The Ship Thieves
Sound of Heartache
When you hear the sound of your heartache feeding your day from a porcelain plate.Something impossible here.Fire baby fire, baby, fire at will.Run baby run for them west coast hills.Something impossible here.Love baby love, maybe love yourselftill you feel like you've been making strides towards.There's nothing impossible here.
From Letras Mania