And what shall I do I try to speak and words stop short of my tongue They make their way back to my thoughts Still crafted by a still soul I move my eyes
And what shall I do? I try to speak and words stop short of my tongue They make their way back to my thoughts Still crafted by a still soul I move my
Traduction: Zao. Autopsie.
: And what shall I do I try to speak and words stop short of my tongue They make their way back to my thoughts Still crafted by a still soul I move my
And what shall I do I try to speak and words stop short of my tongue They make their way back to my thoughts Still crafted by a still soul I move my