in my fingers, On your back against the blinds, It's tracing out your hollows It is filling in your lines, There your curl finds your spiral As you
Превод: Ритер, Џош. Боја Иоур Пицтуре.
sun falls in my fingers, On your back against the blinds, It's tracing out your hollows It is filling in your lines, There your curl finds your spiral
