Like the sound of the clouds clearing its way from my sight
When the waves hit your leg
With 9 months of dumbbell
Plunge yourself to hot asphalt.
Stealing your own heart before its stolen.
Like the sound of the clouds clearing its way from my sight
When the waves hit your leg
With 9 months of dumbbell
Plunge yourself to hot asphalt.
Stealing your own heart before its stolen.
