Trixie Whitley - Morelia lyrics

This flame. Is old. Old by torch so young. For a move trough is where a lot come from. But the architect knows the heart of a liar. Builds from it's deepest. I fire once was a wrestles desire. Let it be me to fall. Let it be who they are. I bet this comfort. Don't let the… Don't let the river go dry. He had everything. I had not in my lone turn to sing. The times I could find to want. One shallow hand but I'm moving within finite. But the architect knows the heart of a liar. Builds from it's deepest. A fire with once wrestles desires. Let it be me to fall. Let it be who they are. I bet this comfort. Don't let the. Don't let the river go dry. Let it be meaningful. Let it be who they are. I bet this comfort. Don't let the. don't let the river go dry. Let it be meaningful. Let it be the laugh. I bet this comfort. Don't let the. Don't let the river go dry.