Tác giả : Marty Willson-piper
Người đăng : administrator, 13 năm trước
In your blood
There's a vein of gold
If i could
Undo heaven's hold
On your maps
Air on the moon
Your midnight comes at noon
Eyes blind
Staring at the sun
White light
Waiting
For the end to come
I am glass
You see through me
Gliding past
Beauty waves you on
If you choose
All those colours
Kill your lovers now
Eyes blind
Staring at the sun
White light
Waiting
For the end to come