: Thinking I might tell everyone my secrets to life. With dead leaves and bad dreams. Like the ones I used to write. And April showers. Bring showers
But my rains have bled a softer red Oh, you should see the world inside my head World inside my head You should see the world inside my head The world inside
moves and I stopped to taste it I drank it up till it left me wasted But my rains have bled A softer red Oh you should see the world inside my head
Tradução: Sister Hazel. Mundial Inside My Head.
Life moves and I stopped to taste it I drank it up till it left me wasted But my rains have bled A softer red Oh you should see the world inside my head
