How can I know when my heart is asunder?
My fingers are dreaming and drawing in plunder
Of someone who breathes only in memory
Who calls in the rain and sighs in the thunder
«A soppy wet love song. Ha ha.»
How can I know when my heart is asunder?
My fingers are dreaming and drawing in plunder
Of someone who breathes only in memory
Who calls in the rain and sighs in the thunder
«A soppy wet love song. Ha ha.»