Who gets the keys to the stars?
But you cannot seem to describe
How cold is it inside your heart?
Like Jesus you feel piercing thorns in your face
Run to reach your finest days
You're lost in the middle of time
You feel scars still linger
Snake searching victims at night
How cold is it inside your heart?
Like Jesus you feel piercing thorns in your face
Run to reach your finest days
You have been searching yourself for so long!
Run to reach your finest days
Run to reach your finest days