A Little Piece
She comes like a wave
Washing over my face lead me to the sun
She breaks down the day, until all possible lies are possible
You don't have to breathe
I will breathe in for your love
Conversations make you tired
Are you that lonely child?
Graduation makes you high
Are you that lonely child?
Autor(es): HARRY SIMEONE, HENRY ONORATI, KATHERINE K. DAVIS
