Idioma Origen:
And I´ll come running for my life
Scramble through greasy pathways
I can´t look up for fear of forwards
I hear your words reverberate
An easy ride is all you said I was
Please try to control your feelings
It doesn´t make me want you more
I´m terrified my every vacant glance you shoot my way
Idioma Destino:
And I´ll come running for my life
Scramble through greasy pathways
I can´t look up for fear of forwards
I hear your words reverberate
An easy ride is all you said I was
Please try to control your feelings
It doesn´t make me want you more
I´m terrified my every vacant glance you shoot my way