pay for them if I could, come back to you All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming Every night these silhouettes appear above my head Little angels of the silences
pay for them if I could come back to you All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming Every night these silhouettes appear above my head Little angels of the silences
Käännös: Counting Crows. Angels Of Vaimentaa.
would pay for them if I could come back to you All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming Every night these silhouettes appear above my head Little angels of the silences