paroles de chanson Morelia - Trixie Whitley

This flame. Is old. Old by torch so young.
For a move trough is where a lot come from.
But the architect knows the heart of a liar.

Builds from it's deepest.
I fire once was a wrestles desire.
Let it be me to fall.
Let it be who they are.
I bet this comfort.
Don't let the... Don't let the river go dry.

He had everything.
I had not in my lone turn to sing.
The times I could find to want.
One shallow hand but I'm moving within finite.
But the architect knows the heart of a liar.

Builds from it's deepest.
A fire with once wrestles desires.
Let it be me to fall.
Let it be who they are.
I bet this comfort. Don't let the.
Don't let the river go dry.

Let it be meaningful.
Let it be who they are.
I bet this comfort.
Don't let the. don't let the river go dry.
Let it be meaningful.
Let it be the laugh.
I bet this comfort.
Don't let the. Don't let the river go dry.