lyrics
We painted dreams, a future bright But reality shattered, a painful sight The echoes of love, a haunting sound As we drift apart, no common ground
I'll hold onto the good, let go of the rest And hope that time will heal my wounded chest
I'll hold onto the good, let go of the rest And hope that time will heal my wounded chest
音乐风格
House, female voice, baseline, violins, piano, saxophone, ambient