stevenson

浣滆瘝 : Aston, Aston, Rizzo, StevensonWe could walk for an hour or soUntil we touched upon the shoreWe call our ownWe had this vision of happinessIt can't be foundTouch me, touch meWe have this love that others call idealI'm happy nowIt could be poison, . . . 阅读详情

作词: Aston, Rizzo, StevensonI still want your lovely headThe words that spill off your perfect lipsYou are in a stateHere we go under the starlightHere we go in heaven 69What is it I want to get from youWell, I leave it in your handsYou gave me hope, I g . . . 阅读详情