10.7.17
All the fighting and the screaming, the hearts so young and beating. Bright moonlight and the rough nights. When you squeeze and hold me tight. My eyes they cry, this love shall die.
my eyes they cry
10.7.17
All the fighting and the screaming, the hearts so young and beating. Bright moonlight and the rough nights. When you squeeze and hold me tight. My eyes they cry, this love shall die.
