7d
And somewhere along the line,
I must've lost time,
When the room gets cruelly bloomed,
And it's not my fingers but yours,
Holding down the last sip of the night
I must've lost time,
When the room gets cruelly bloomed,
And it's not my fingers but yours,
Holding down the last sip of the night
might be later used as a verse in my song :)
