ความฝัน:นมยานว่างเปล่าขนาดเล็ก 117

I drown in the oceans that keep us apart My fingers since started

All their voices call me To the shoulder of your skin

Where the end begins Oh I'm fading through

Nothing left to do And can't you see it's all for you

I close my eyes to catch a glimpse of the road A fading train