mess And it's like our world but we're the last ones left And the hair it stands on the back of our necks And I swear it shows, heaven must be just like
mess And it's like our world But we're the last ones left And the hair it stands On the back of our necks And I swear it shows Heaven must be just like
Tulkojums: Angels un radioviļņos. Debesis.
a mess And it's like our world But we're the last ones left And the hair it stands On the back of our necks And I swear it shows Heaven must be just like
a mess, And it's like our world, but we're the last ones left And the hair, it stands on the back of our necks And I swear, it shows Heaven must be
