Tekster:
Arms Like Yours My Silhouette Ep

They keep singing oh oh I lit the match, and I watched it burn, my cities ablaze, my cities ablaze I shook the ground, when I spoke my words, my cities

must stop this cycle and cut out my silhouette I smile as her lips, brush my neck But I know that this is, just a vision in my head Kiss me in my dreams

cannot find So spread your wings, come back to me or just leave and bury me tonight Now the wind fills your wings, and you've buried my grave Your song's in my