Songtexte & Übersetzungen von Park

If this is one of your adjectives
You used to wake me up
Then this morning war has started
If this is one of your adjectives
You used to wake me up
Then this morning war has started

I'll use my sense of touch to talk
You'll strain your arms trying to prop me up

And the street cars caught contagiously Contained as the times beach sits whimpering Now I am aware there's no around but me And my alpha to beta of facial complexions Won't stop me complainin