Wilted Flower
Maximilian Hecker - 《I ll Be A Virgin I ll Be A Mountain》
A Magic bullet against your drought
Dreary whispering of how you love
It's a little strange how you walk
And I still hear your withered talk
You've lost your tears in a vale of dust
How could I now miss your face
As I'm watered in a shower?
It's a little strange how you walk
And I still hear your withered talking
It's a little strange how you walk
And I still hear your withered talking