Teksty: Thirteen Yards To Victory. Reflections. You Look Better Under The Floorboards.

Your ghost is my security. The faint beating of your heart, haunts me. It?s evident that there?s no evidence, sincerity isn?t sincere to me. Remember me and the things you?ve seen. This memory is lost to me. I wish for one second we could rewind. I?ll be there watching intently