iwouldhide

We were youngWe had plansThat we wroteOn the back of our handsSo the ink could wash offIf we found that the plans had to stopIn the springIn the nightI would hideAnd give youSuch a frightWhen I jumpedFrom behindOur couchWe spent monthsTrying to buyAnd you . . . 阅读详情

I've got thisI've got thatI've got butterfliesUp in my hatWhy won't you let me goSo many songsSo many nightsSo many attemptsStill I don't feel rightWhy won't you let me goI've played myself outI know where you standI broke the chainsWith my own handsAre y . . . 阅读详情