Pale Saints. Henry. Zeneszám

This is much too nice
Pressing my insides
This is much too light

[Incomprehensible] puts fear to bed
The seeds left in her head
Don't let me forget [Incomprehensible]

This is much too nice
Pressing my insides
This is much too light

[Incomprehensible] puts fear to bed
The seeds left in her head
Don't let me forget [Incomprehensible]