Track byAmphibious Ghost
Soon the rain will wash away the sun as I melt with you, I am Ghost...(x6) Isn't this what you dreamed about? Isn't this what you think about? One more taste from our lips and tongue; We kissed Delicately sketched for seconds As we fly fast Like snowflakes of last bliss I drift like memories Isn't this what you dreamed about? What you think about? You want it? So be it.