My tight for our little
The neighborhood and our blood
Medieval
Too be ringing
My gorge
Wound
Foam
Half of the world and Brionia
I wish we could come back and
I wish you could go out of calendar and
I wish it was real,
I wish it could be
I wish we could come back and
I wish you could go out of calendar and
I wish it was real,
I wish it
Remember how much we were fought and brief
We dont even have a white thread even in my hair
Remember how much we were wearing that day
I didnt think I would come from our blood
Pity, how much our hearts left
My beard of burning
I was left out of the way
Pity, how much our hearts left
My beard of burning
I was left out of the way
