Woorden:
Lydia One

Through the searching lights that weave and darts Comes the stranger that cares not for your heart The pain of living life this way must take its toll

how things could be? Just staring at the surface, When all the walls have tendencies. But it's not your fault when no one taught you how. And now the one

: Through the searching lights that weave and dark comes the stranger that cares not for your heart the pain of living life this way must take its toll

Can we take the streets? Because there's a horrible crash. Standing on the highway, a girl and her dad. You say yea, it's far too much for me, far too

I can't stay over you. It seems we drive forever but can never get away from here, just one more try. I'm guessing you are over me, I guess it's bravery

wondering how things could be? Just staring at the surface, When all the walls have tendencies. But it's not your fault when no one taught you how. And now the one

late so you're sure. Sure that I wont stray too far, But surely that got too hard. Love is not for me, I promise. One more day, just one more.

It's always blue and black or breaking skin, well cover up, girl, we'll finally leave again. And you breathe me in so well, in your room under the cover

us saw what it was, everything you were every time. A favorite of my dreams, you've seen all that is me. So sure you should take that, it's one more mile