歌词
I put flowers on my tongue, in the hopes that you think that I am someone
I can never hope to be
Your dreams aren't of this life, far away from any sort of state of mind
Anyone can achieve
But I hold, on the hope
You don't rest on your Laurels
That you hold, what you love
In our perfect world, our languish
But I hold, on the hope
You don't rest on your Laurels
That you hold, what you love
In our perfect world, our languish
But I hold, on the hope
You don't rest on your Laurels
That you hold, what you love
In our perfect world, our languish