Из альбома: When You Land Here, It's Time to Return
A stain that sticks like glue
Your expression when you left
I’ll never change your style
Was severed and untied
I failed to help your head
Was selfish and unwise
I’ll never make you smile
Because my train was with no trail
A stain that sticks like glue
Your expression when you left
I’ll never change your style
Was severed and untied
I failed to help your head
I was selfish and unwise
I’ll never make you smile
My train runs with no trail