On the roof where loners gathered
To count sins, not theirs but yours.
They counted sins ,they counted stars and only star up their was sun , oh they gazed it hot!
Now they go to bed at night
To heal their blinded sights.
No they don't go to roofs at night.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 3:01 AM UTC
On the roof where loners gathered
To count sins, not theirs but yours.
They counted sins ,they counted stars and only star up their was sun , oh they gazed it hot!
Now they go to bed at night
To heal their blinded sights.
No they don't go to roofs at night.
