Red letter day, sour taste, bread. An old black song spins in my head: Salt on your skin, it's feedin' the sea. Blood in your lips paints the sun for me. I fell change I will turn the page Someday I try To set by the lie
Red letter day, sour taste, bread. An old black song spins in my head: Salt on your skin, it's feedin' the sea. Blood in your lips paints the sun for me. I fell change I will turn the page Someday I try To set by the lie