Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: U2 Band
I was born a child of grace. Nothing else about the place. Everything was ugly but your beautiful face. And it left me no illusion. I saw you in the curve of the moon. In the shadow cast across my room. You heard me in my.
High, higher than the sun. You shoot me from a gun. I need you to elevate me here. At corner of your lips. As the orbit of your hips. Eclipse. You elevate my soul. I've got no self control. Been living like a mole.