You know my sweet Nothing will be the same for me After your love,would I know how to stand up on these lonely feet? Though it may seem, we are not quite meant to be But the angels,they choose us,to sprinkle their dust
My sweetest sweet Nothing will be the same for me After your love,would I know how to stand up on these lonely feet? Though it may seem, we are not quite meant to be But the angels,they choose us,to sprinkle their dust But the angels,they choose us,to sprinkle their dust