Blake Rose

• Gone

  • Blake Rose
  • Chưa chọn
  • Nhạc Quốc tế

  Chord circle. I’m sitting here cold as ice. Swallow my friend’s a- dvice. Praying it’ll bring you back to me. De -signed through radio static. I start hearing your voice re- ply. Almost like you’re right here with me. So don’t tell me when it’s over I don’t wanna know. I’m done carrying the weight of the world. So heavy on my shoulders I just wanna feel this love. Even if it’s only when I’m tripping I see your face.