Shingles
I float above and these wings catch,
And your sky hold you so beautiful.
And I understand if all this comes falling
Because my sky already has.
And my head bows,
All of this I know.
All of your precious love,
You can paint as light as you see.
And you can make reasons for everything
But as long as I dream some things will always be.
Gun in my mouth,
I pray for the sunshine.
Gun in my mouth,
I pray for the sunshine.
Autor(es): Converge
