landing any more. Drowning in these tumblers Tumbles through these doors Swinging out to cold cement From sticky, hard tiled floors. This is the route we wander
of landing anymore. Drowning in these tumblers, stumbles through these doors, swinging out to cold cement from sticky, hard tile floors. These are the routes we wander
landing anymore. Drowning in these tumblers, stumbles through these doors, swinging out to cold cement from sticky, hard tile floors. These are the routes we wander
Tradução: El Halcón. Las rutas que Wander.
Tradução: Los Falcons. Estoy tan feliz tan sólo pudiera Cry Myself a dormir, o las rutas que pasear.
