: (Clarke / Hicks / Nash) Days of yellow saffron. Nights with purple skies. Melting in the sunbeams From my maker's eyes. Mountain-colored lilac In
Days of yellow saffron Nights with purple skies Melting in the sunbeams From my maker's eyes Mountain-colored lilac In the distant haze I would like
(Clarke / Hicks / Nash) Days of yellow saffron. Nights with purple skies. Melting in the sunbeams From my maker's eyes. Mountain-colored lilac In the
Übersetzung: Hollies. Maker.
: Can you hear me yet Do you fucking feel me yet I'm still screaming Still losing my mind Animosity all the time Pull me down, pull me down Pull me
Can you hear me yet Do you fucking feel me yet I'm still screaming Still losing my mind Animosity all the time Pull me down, pull me down Pull me down