it still cuts through We never were We'll never be Strangers kissing in the pouring rain Chasing after your leaving train But we know that's not how our song
Překlad: Odolná plátna. Naše píseň.
day, all the time. I've got my back up against your bed. You've got your hands around my neck, and this mattress is our canvas where we spill our guts
