Paroles de Crop Circle Me

I'm trying to be tough to wait for your call When I know you make my heart fall Still don't know what I always want for all Your presence make me feel so small The spy is on the fly Reaching for the sky If you see it in the eye you will know the reason why They say not even a bird can tell Except for the one who lives in hell She's always there beside the wishing well So every discontent soul could ring the bell