IRC-Galleria

If birds flying south is a sign of changes
At least you can predict this every year.
Love, you never know the minute it ends suddenly
I canÂ’t get it to speak
Maybe finding all the things it took to save us
I could fix the pain that bleeds inside of me
Look in your eyes to see something about me
IÂ’m standing on the edge and I donÂ’t know what else to give.