Ouvir Música

St. John

Willard Grant Conspiracy

I'm wired awake
In the dark
I can see my breath
Cloud the room
It's the kind of cold
That heat won't cure
And it comes from deep inside of you
We're naked undercover
In a tiny railroad shack
Next to a line the trains don't run on
Any longer
A bus rolls by
The building shakes
I'm awake and wondering
When I slipped
And hit my head
And fell into your bed
It's a mystery to me
Why you think that I should stay
I'll call you tomorrow night in New York City
And we'll both try to think of something
To say

Editar playlist
Apagar playlist
tem certeza que deseja deletar esta playlist? sim não


O melhor de 3 artistas combinados