Текст Basement – Grayscale
Текст:
Pictures painted by your hand.
Will never look the same again.
The colours run, the colours fade.
What once was bright.
Has now turned to grey.
There is a place in which I keep.
The parts of you and me.
As they were meant to be.
As just a memory.
There is a place in which I keep.
The parts of you and me.
As they were meant to be.
As just a memory.
