Walkstones
Bottle Of Age
I'm sitting alone catching old fires
To be here, always here
Break all the bones, take all the lights
With so much fear, getting old with me
We've been walking alive
We're not too late to be pretty inside
I'm sitting alone catching old fires
To be here, always here
Break all the bones, take all the lights
With so much fear, getting old with me
We've been walking alive
We're not too late to be pretty inside