She wasn't falling from the stars
to find herself.
Golden lights before the lady
without doubt adore her.
Time is up for the days of my novel
foreign skies will open.
Foreign mines will be holding my gold now,
falling deep down,
She wasn't falling from the stars
to find herself and find her beauty.
Golden lights before the lady,
without doubt adore her crazy.
Time is up for the days of my novel
foreign skies will open my mind.
Foreign mines will be holding my gold now
falling deep down. . .