Sep 2017
Even with a heart of gold
There's turmoil that gets old
Drag me back to holy ground
For a moment it felt alright to burn
What a slow burn, I guess December chills really do know us that well
There's turmoil that gets old
Drag me back to holy ground
For a moment it felt alright to burn
What a slow burn, I guess December chills really do know us that well
