When I ran to you, Expecting open arms and warm tea, I got sour rind and sop When I ambled toward you, Bridging bramble toward the sea I stuck only in the stubble The thistle by the barn rallies its barbs like swords from arid land not wicked, but dr
Thistle
2024-09-30 21:25
Hundred Waters Thistle (Original Mix)歌词
Hundred Waters Thistle歌词
When I ran to you, Expecting open arms and warm tea, I got sour rind and sop When I ambled toward you, Bridging bramble toward the sea I stuck only in the stubble The thistle by the barn rallies its barbs like swords from arid land not wicked, but dr
Scott Matthew Thistle歌词
Joy it comes and goes it speeds through ebb and flow it falls, it ignores me and christ if he sacrificed his life so I'll have mine, why does god still treat me like a whore? he ignores me and thistles are thriving in my garden mistletoe I'll be avoi