Spent another century sifting through faces, wondering if she'll even recognize me this time. There's this ache that never fades, but I'd do it all over again just for one more night of her in my arms.
Spent another century sifting through faces, wondering if she'll even recognize me this time. There's this ache that never fades, but I'd do it all over again just for one more night of her in my arms.