back At me from the glass and lurches, oh Forgive me, on the street's I ran Turned sickness into, popular song Streets of wet black holes On roads you
face glares back At me from the glass and lurches Oh forgive me, on the streets I ran Turned sickness into popular song Streets of wet black holes On
译文: 莫里西. 在街上我跑.
glares back At me from the glass and lurches Oh forgive me, on the streets I ran Turned sickness into popular song Streets of wet black holes On roads