howdy pardner
a continuation to this
A man wakes up on a roof not knowing who or where he is, or why there’s blood, or why the only thing he has in his possession is the still warm cigarette clenched in his palm.
how can you say, that it's too late to save us now
and i would wait for you, if you would wait for me
A man wakes up on a roof not knowing who or where he is, or why there’s blood, or why the only thing he has in his possession is the still warm cigarette clenched in his palm.
how can you say, that it's too late to save us now
and i would wait for you, if you would wait for me
