I left a wish for you on the lawn
I hope that you can love again
I know that things are wrong
And it's hit you like the weight of lead
Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better
All these guns have left me
All these guns have left me here
For the coming of a brand new year
I left a wish for you on my grave
The river where my love slipped away
All these guns have left me
All these guns have left me here
For the coming of a brand new year More from Emily Jane White