IRC-Galleria

Getting thirsty
infront of this old salt
Oh, my Christy
It was all of my fault
If you could hear:
I'm so sorry dear

My head is filled with fairy tales
Of things I couldn't do before
When everything fails
I just want to be there to adore
you from your hair to your nails

Having the feeling
like many years a go
Oh, my darling
Why did I say no
Distress of love
Is less than I have

Same clouds above
Same music on my mind
Oh, my first love
You're one of a kind
My salt is gone to the base
on hourglass of my case