five minutes but I knew in a sentence So why do we go through all of this again? Your eyes are flutterin' such pretty wings A moth, flyin' into the same old flame
five minutes, But I knew in a sentence So why do we go through all of this again? Your eyes are flutterin? Such pretty wings. A moth, flyin? into the Same old flame
Vertaling: Die Arcade Fire. Old Flame.
minutes, But I knew in a sentence So why do we go through all of this again? Your eyes are flutterin? Such pretty wings. A moth, flyin? into the Same old flame
