Beautiful days are a living hell .
I see your face and blue Sky's.
I hear your voice and birds chirping
and I'm left knowing I could hold the world and I still would not have you.
Blue Skys Are Always Grey
Beautiful days are a living hell .
I see your face and blue Sky's.
I hear your voice and birds chirping
and I'm left knowing I could hold the world and I still would not have you.
