Letra de Bella Christa

I met you more than half way I've gotten closer to the point Over the wall and mountain range I met you more than half way Drive the striving, for any attention I picked my nails down to the bone Your name has carved itself in stone Dug past the black lung cavities I picked my nails till u came home There's no changing in what you believe, only echoes ring in between the ravine and we're dreaming this right into reality The reality is dreams are right at our feet The reality is dreams are right at our feet