Crying for the death of your heart
You were stone white, so delicate
Lost in the cold>
Crying for the death of your heart
You were stone white, so delicate
Lost in the cold>
Welcome to the club,
birthday queen-your reign begins.
Welcome to the club,
birthday queen-your reign begins.
me, speaking endlessly,
you, lost in thought,
your gaze drifting into the quiet of some distant, sunlit nowhere
me, speaking endlessly,
you, lost in thought,
your gaze drifting into the quiet of some distant, sunlit nowhere