It was quiet while we walked through Kingston.
Hand in hand, the streetlights led us to where you lived.
We were alone and all you could say was
“All good things must come to an end”.
You said the words in my mouth were more alive than I was.
Hand in hand, the streetlights led us to where you lived.
We were alone and all you could say was
“All good things must come to an end”.
You said the words in my mouth were more alive than I was.
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Title Fight (via ehansenphoto) (via fuckyeahpop-punk) I love this song. |
