There's a portrait in a back room Which I keep for days upon, which I relent And gaze for hours on the muscle skin and bone Of some imaginary friend
There's a portrait In a back room, Which I keep for days upon, which I relent And gaze for hours on the muscle skin and bone of some Imaginary friend
There's a portrait In a back room Which I keep for days upon Which I relent And gaze for hours on the muscle, skin, and bone of some imaginary friend
译文: 塞巴斯蒂安，百丽. 慢涂鸦.
: There's a portrait In a back room, Which I keep for days upon, which I relent And gaze for hours on the muscle skin and bone of some Imaginary
