Snow کے بول

Locked in a dirty room watching melted dreams so told me the thin white duque nothing is what seem the walls before blocking my way now comprehend my body I'm free slipping through your head I'm free when your heart beat fast I'm free I've lost senses trying to catch myself maybe are just memories left on a bookshelf the walls before blocking my way now comprehend my body I'm free slipping through your head I'm free when your heart beat fast I'm free I'm free I'm free slipping through your head I'm free when your heart beat fast I'm free...