Blatchford歌词
作曲 : Ilya
My heart is dragged by the sole of my shoe
I enter the room my existence is surreal
And I ask myself how do I look and does it matter
My heart is dragged by the sole of my shoe
I enter the room my existence is surreal
And I ask myself how do I look and does it matter
My heart is dragged by the sole of my shoe
I enter the room my existence is surreal
And I ask myself how do I look and does it matter
My heart is dragged by the sole of my shoe
I enter the room my existence is surreal
And I ask myself how do I look and does it matter
The silence in this room occupies more space than the art on display
The silence in this room occupies more space than the art on display
My heart is dragged by the sole of my shoe
I enter the room my existence is surreal
And I ask myself how do I look and does it matter
My heart is dragged by the sole of my shoe
I enter the room my existence is surreal
And I ask myself how do I look and does it matter
My heart is dragged by the sole of my shoe
I enter the room my existence is surreal
And I ask myself how do I look and does it matter
My heart is dragged by the sole of my shoe
I enter the room my existence is surreal
And I ask myself how do I look and does it matter
My heart is dragged by the sole of my shoe
I enter the room my existence is surreal
And I ask myself how do I look and does it matter
My heart is dragged by the sole of my shoe
I enter the room my existence is surreal
And I ask myself how do I look and does it matter
My heart is dragged by the sole of my shoe
I enter the room my existence is surreal
And I ask myself how do I look and does it matter
My heart is dragged by the sole of my shoe
I enter the room my existence is surreal
And I ask myself how do I look and does it matter
My heart is dragged by the sole of my shoe
I enter the room my existence is surreal
And I ask myself how do I look and does it matter
The silence in this room occupies more space than the art on display
The silence in this room occupies more space than the art on display
My heart is dragged by the sole of my shoe
I enter the room my existence is surreal
And I ask myself how do I look and does it matter
My heart is dragged by the sole of my shoe
I enter the room my existence is surreal
And I ask myself how do I look and does it matter
My heart is dragged by the sole of my shoe
I enter the room my existence is surreal
And I ask myself how do I look and does it matter
My heart is dragged by the sole of my shoe
I enter the room my existence is surreal
And I ask myself how do I look and does it matter
My heart is dragged by the sole of my shoe
I enter the room my existence is surreal
And I ask myself how do I look and does it matter
