You And I. Nights Like These. Zeneszám

They sang a sweet song with blood dripping from from their warm lips, she sang, she said i know i'll try another day, arms outstretched to touch the butterfly, wings too fragile, too fragile to cope, but still i sat and i listened, i didn't walk away, painful ears bleed music so sweet, touching darkness we sit, I knew i had seen this before, i'll write down my dreams, and watch them shatter in front of me, this is, my last song, that is it, it's over, over and done.