through my veins My hands are cold from holding on to hopes Even ghosts have gone away It's all the same And I am a ghost of great The sea The sand
Traduction: Daphne Loves Derby. Ces fantômes, mes espoirs, le sable, la mer.
rush through my veins My hands are cold from holding on to hopes Even ghosts have gone away It's all the same And I am a ghost of great The sea The sand