Sep 2015
Gold night, pretty lights,
Roads you took with me,
Darken at my sight,
When I walk by.
Whispers and talking,
Join them with sharp eyes,
Now you got me running,
From my own life.
Roads you took with me,
Darken at my sight,
When I walk by.
Whispers and talking,
Join them with sharp eyes,
Now you got me running,
From my own life.
It's the first verse of a song I wrote.
