Could I ever explain this feeling of love?. It just lingers on. The fear in my heart that keeps telling me. Which way to turn. . We'll wander again, our clothes they are wet. We shy from the rai
When the room is quiet, the daylight almost gone. It seems there's something I should know. Well, I ought to leave but the rain, it never stops. And I've no particular place to go. . Just when I