2006
03.11
03.11
Time is a train, makes the future the past
I am lost in your (blue) eyes, hypnotised
There’s a taste in my mouth, as desperation takes hold
Just that something so good just can’t function no more
Taking a ride with your best friend
Time is a train, makes the future the past
I am lost in your (blue) eyes, hypnotised
There’s a taste in my mouth, as desperation takes hold
Just that something so good just can’t function no more