Divided, I'm carelessly counting the sins, The sight of growing too old to begin. Sentenced to find the one that is gold, In a pile of nothing. To
: Divided, I'm carelessly counting the sins, The sight of growing too old to begin. Sentenced to find the one that is gold, In a pile of nothing.
Divided I'm carelessly counting my sins the sight of growing too old to begin. Sentenced to find the one that is gold in a pile of nothing To our hearts
