Iona Grove piosenki

Weathered hands cling tight to the essence of my delicate skin Turn out the light, a lullaby, persevere 'til the darkness ends Hold my hands through this until your knuckles have blanched white I learned from you but followed through like ships passed in t...

The biting winter air lingers outside It's late at night and I can hear them joyful and full of life. Disposable, predictable and safe Instead I lock myself inside this place beyond my age Beyond my age Like the back of my hand I know the feeling all to...