Letras
Wisdom has many faces
Hunting light in their own riverbeds
I often smell truth and sometimes
Her doesn't smell good
Why don't you hit me
With these hearts for a bit
Was it for your own good
Or was it for mine
Or was it for mine
All these long years
These bloody tears
When deep down on my riverbeds
Smell truth and sometimes
Her doesn't smell good
Why don't you hit me
With these hearts for a bit
Was it for your own good
Or was it for mine
Or was it for mine
Why don't you hit me
Why don't you hit me