S. Carey
Glass/Film
Counting the hoursCome where I laySlip through the little hole in the filmSilent hills, petrol fieldsFor a bitter lifeOh, my darling, kneelSteep to see what it looks likeIt never meant to do no harmIn the glass, I see your faceI know this place, I caused the caseI was made for thisAnd I was tamed by this
From Letras Mania