i could speak a million lies,a million songs,A million rights,a million wrongs in this balance of timebut if there was a single truth,a single light A single thought,a singulare touch of gracethen following this simple point,this single flame,the single haunted memory of your facei still love youi still want you....
non giurare.non serve ti credo lo stesso
i could speak a million lies,a million songs,A million rights,a million wrongs in this balance of timebut if there was a single truth,a single light A single thought,a singulare touch of gracethen following this simple point,this single flame,the single haunted memory of your facei still love youi still want you....