eg har komt inn i et buckley mood. merkelige greie. men, d ekje feil!
(live-versjon va d einaste eg fant)
the open window lets the rain in
burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
my body turns and yearns for a sleep that wont ever come
its never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
its never over, all my riches for her smiles
when i slept so soft against her
its never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
its never over, she is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
maybe im too young to keep good love from going wrong
oh lover, you shouldve come over, cause its not too late
eg e mållaus. ♥
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