Тексты песен 3moonboys

It's my day at last In a half-sunny draft I'm writing Starvin' faces I'm hugging cliches/platitudes The second end of the world (in) Theory Theory record (now) Now, when I'm about to reveal Here the s

You will never sing any song For children of the mad You will never give any sparkle away Fear disappears from the breast We send to you a greetings card From the city of ghosts We miss sou Petra For