I use to confess
many things
it all meant I needed you
How I spoke to my stars
With so many keys but none to your heart
My rebellious runs
And I think of youWith quiet thoughts
Are you ashes?
Or beauty ?
Run on
with me in your hands
I use to confess
many things
it all meant I needed you
How I spoke to my stars
With so many keys but none to your heart
My rebellious runs
And I think of youWith quiet thoughts
Are you ashes?
Or beauty ?
Run on
with me in your hands