Your voice, your voice, you're knocking at my door, I must have forgot one thing that time has brought. I was talking to myself. When I was by your side, my heart was broken. I can see the paper leaves and puddles, spoon in a dust cloud, admit defeat to harmony.
Your Voice, Your Voice
Your voice, your voice, you're knocking at my door, I must have forgot one thing that time has brought. I was talking to myself. When I was by your side, my heart was broken. I can see the paper leaves and puddles, spoon in a dust cloud, admit defeat to harmony.