| I'll stay behind.
As you soar high.
'cause I don't know how to think.
When the storm is pouring down.
And the walls start to swell.
Through the ghosts of my veins.
Slow down.
You don't know if you're right.
You're so far.
Two thousand miles apart.
San Francisco. Is it a place of happy endings?
There's no happy ending.
For you or me. |
