But maybe it's not the bullet burning.
Maybe it's your face bending over me that hurts so much.
Your face that at the same time, it's also what relieves my pain, because I know that if I die, certainly it wouldn't be vain
But maybe it's not the bullet burning.
Maybe it's your face bending over me that hurts so much.
Your face that at the same time, it's also what relieves my pain, because I know that if I die, certainly it wouldn't be vain