I don't call myself a writer. but what's harm in trying to be one. I say, I am in making. Soon enough, I'll be.
A past that haunts me. Sounds that echo. A past that haunts me. Sounds that echo.
Makes love, to love and be. Makes love, to love and be.
Time, dusk till dawn and dusk again... Time, dusk till dawn and dusk again...
See, if you can. The face that haunts you. The marks he gave... See, if you can. The face that haunts you. The marks he gave...