Till the last rust
If you doubt the stirrings of my soul
Flowing from from my lips like a spring
Or the markings etched on parchment
From eager fingers brimming with emotions
Then at least believe the promise in my gaze
Because I could never fake it
Hold my hand a second longer when the electricity sizzles...
Flowing from from my lips like a spring
Or the markings etched on parchment
From eager fingers brimming with emotions
Then at least believe the promise in my gaze
Because I could never fake it
Hold my hand a second longer when the electricity sizzles...