27.11.2020
City of Angels
Even though I'm calm, when I'm without youI am in a void, panting
Even though you are a venom in my veins
I am pleased with my dreams
In the city of angels
Within traps
I grow tired
In a desperate manner
Even though I'm stuck in between
I am pleased with my dreams
In the city of angels
Within traps
I grow tired
In a desperate manner
In the city of angels
You are in it too
I grow tired
In a desperate manner
In the city of angels
Within traps
I grow tired
In a desperate manner
You are in it too
I grow tired
In a desperate manner