From what was once, to what now has to be Breathe these whispered words And when the blue ink dries, and when we both have cried Only tender teardrops
from what was once, to what now has to be Breathe these whispered words And when the Blue ink dries, and when we both have cried Only tender teardrops
words from what was once, to what now has to be Breathe these whispered words And when the Blue ink dries, and when we both have cried Only tender teardrops
