front line Where every little sign you make is a lie So hard to keep my head tight Couldn't bend my chords when I tried He said, did I ever call you
Traducció: Sàhara Hotnights. Seguir trucant al meu nadó.
the front line where every little sign you make is a lie So hard to keep my head tight Couldn't bend my chords when I tried He said Did I ever call you
