Broken Wings

"The things we hold are always first to go..."

Essa música toca na alma.

Alas rotas = corazón roto

On broken wings I'm falling And it won't be long The skin on me is burning By the fires of the sun On skinned knees, I'm bleeding And it won't be long I've got to find that meaning I'll search for so long

Letra 5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐