Текст песни Track 24
But I never saw you leave the door.
Your scent in the thread count weighted more than the body count of nights we tried to keep apart,
But folded back into the start.
It's not love, not sin, just a trace on the linen.
Your scent in the thread count weighted more than the body count of nights we tried to keep apart,
But folded back into the start.
It's not love, not sin, just a trace on the linen.