It's late at night and still the music throbsInto the halls and empty rooms of grief.She plays it loud enough to drown her sobs.I'm leaving soon and so I make it brief.The end is often longer than the start.Our life...
It's late at night and still the music throbsInto the halls and empty rooms of grief.She plays it loud enough to drown her sobs.I'm leaving soon and so I make it brief.The end is often longer than the start.Our life...