Her heart,
Drawn to the windowsill.
Where tranquil nights were spent,
Lips shut tight
Far from the wandering lights,
Treading strings.More;
More secrets to keep.
Rather than living bills,
Waltzing through the mills,
Why not go for the thrill?
Fugitive
Her heart,
Drawn to the windowsill.
Where tranquil nights were spent,
Lips shut tight
Far from the wandering lights,
Treading strings.More;
More secrets to keep.
Rather than living bills,
Waltzing through the mills,
Why not go for the thrill?