one, two, three, four
tell me that you love me more
sleepless, long nights
that was what my youth was for
oh teenage hope arrive at your door
left you with nothing
but they want some more
you're changing your heart.
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Light touch my hands, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on. You can forget our future plans. Night touch my hands with the turning Golden Skans, From the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hands.
