I Am Sold Letra

James Blake

Overgrown

Letra de I Am Sold
But I am going to shoot
There’s nothing like a breath
But it may be a constellation
That shows us where we are

And we late, nocturnal
Speculate what we feel
And we late, nocturnal
Speculate what we feel
And we late, nocturnal
Speculate what we feel
And we late, nocturnal