Only brief, and your friends can see
What we torched in a way, that could only mean I'm through
Half-asleep, I can feel you breathe
And I gave you my trust, with my fingers against your skin
by Sanderlei Silveira - 17/03/2023
Only brief, and your friends can see
What we torched in a way, that could only mean I'm through
Half-asleep, I can feel you breathe
And I gave you my trust, with my fingers against your skin
I was so so close
To giving in when, running my hands through your hair again
It was all false hope to believe we'd ever change
I was so so close
To giving in when, running my hands through your hair again
It was all false hope to believe we'd ever change