A Girl A Gun A Ghost. ...Of The Alaskan King. Zeneszám
Sleep well my darling, you are at rest. You?ve been set free.
Bright shone the roofs, the domes, the spires,
And rockets flew self-driven amid the vault of Heaven.
Like a cherub borne unto the sky?
Like the Sun blocked by a satellite our tears have silver lines.
Bright shone the roofs, the domes, the spires,
And rockets flew self-driven amid the vault of Heaven.
Like a cherub borne unto the sky?
Like the Sun blocked by a satellite our tears have silver lines.
A Girl A Gun A Ghost
Kedvencek