Neverending White Lights and Marco DiFelice - A Little Piece

She comes like a wave
Washing over my face lead me to the sun
She breaks down the day, until all possible lies are possible

You don't have to breathe
I will breathe in for your love

Conversations make you tired
Are you that lonely child?
Graduation makes you high
Are you that lonely child?

Written by:
HARRY SIMEONE, HENRY ONORATI, KATHERINE K. DAVIS

Publisher:
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