Trixie Whitley Morelia song lyrics

This flame. Is old. Old by torch so young.

For a move trough is where a lot come from.

But the architect knows the heart of a liar.

Builds from it's deepest.

I fire once was a wrestles desire.

Let it be me to fall.

Let it be who they are.

I bet this comfort.

Don't let the… Don't let the river go dry.

He had everything.

I had not in my lone turn to sing.

The times I could find to want.

One shallow hand but I'm moving within finite.

But the architect knows the heart of a liar.

Builds from it's deepest.

A fire with once wrestles desires.

Let it be me to fall.

Let it be who they are.

I bet this comfort. Don't let the.

Don't let the river go dry.

Let it be meaningful.

Let it be who they are.

I bet this comfort.

Don't let the. don't let the river go dry.

Let it be meaningful.

Let it be the laugh.

I bet this comfort.

Don't let the. Don't let the river go dry.