Aftertaste

For Against

Compositor: Não Disponível

I see you through my window pane
You're running in the pouring rain
The water dripping in your face
It left a certain afterstate
I'm afraid nothing can replace

Do you consider me
Your enemy?
I wish that it were up to me
But I don't have the energy

I wish that it were up to me
But I don't have the energy