Ring my Bell…ring my bells
gazing at my half-done cigarret …and the scald on my finger… a wave of silence and a subtle lighting sitting like a pliable and tractable girl who is evolved from savagary and after a long time ..at last can listen to a superb song ..Ring my bell, ring my bells..You try to hide itI know you doWhen are you ready? Need up come and get toYou move me closerI feel you breatheIt’s like the rose disappears when you around me ohCoz the way that we touch is something that we can’t deny oh yeahAnd the ادامه مطلب