, broken homes Broken hearts and broken bones Recycling the paper of a crying world's suicide note and We're so blue, we're so blue So blue, so blue
It's disease, it's loss, it's death knocking at my door I click these thoughts to something else, something more. I'm so blue, you're so blue. Detached
Fordítás: Downhere. Így Kék.
know It's disease, it's loss, it's death knocking at my door I click these thoughts to something else, something more. I'm so blue, you're so blue.
