rate slows Contemplating the thing only your heart knows that life's not a race So hard to believe part of me will fade In the mystery in a future world
rate slows contemplating the thing only your heart knows that life's not a race So hard to believe part of me will fade in a mystery, in a future world
Traducción: 311. A vida não é uma corrida.
heart rate slows contemplating the thing only your heart knows that life's not a race So hard to believe part of me will fade in a mystery, in a future
