Running down this hill of voices
Tearing myself apart from past pages
I could see and hear only one thing
My heart longs for this kind of feeling
It was a sudden spark of time
When you and I lost in quarter nine
It may be just a part of you
But it was real and true
......
Running down this hill of voices
Tearing myself apart from past pages
I could see and hear only one thing
My heart longs for this kind of feeling
It was a sudden spark of time
When you and I lost in quarter nine
It may be just a part of you
But it was real and true
......