(now you hang from my lips like the Gardens of Babylon)
Verão, Ouforno, inferno e a Queimavera
Verão, Ouforno, inferno e a Queimavera
strangers get born, strangers get buried
trends change, rumors fly through new skies
but im right where you left me
strangers get born, strangers get buried
trends change, rumors fly through new skies
but im right where you left me