It's up to you the air that you that you want sleep alone than she reminds the end of days if you come back with alone it's all for you me love to tell
This is the last feeling I can possibly spend on you Lucy From what I've seen lately have you something remains for us Lucy you are I'm not the best
In her room she is singing She'd die if she knew I was listening You are my muse I'm telling the truth She don't believe it so She don't care Oh painted
