the museum of her stripes Where she worships how she hurts No one was waiting for her love She was the savior of the sun And through the thinnest
passing us by I could see the fire in your eyes When the moon hits the sun We will never ever become him back When the moon hits the sun We will
I picture you in the sun wondering what went wrong And falling down on your knees asking for sympathy And being caught in between all you wish for and
I Picture You In The Sun Wondering What Went Wrong And Falling Down On Your Knees Asking For Sympathy And Being Caught In Between All You Wish For And
Traduzione: Joseph Arthur. In The Sun.
Traduzione: Joseph Arthur. Salvatore Del Sole.
Traduzione: Joseph Arthur. Quando la Luna Hits The Sun.
Traduzione: L Word, The Soundtrack. Joseph Arthur - in Il Sole.