Whenyou splashed your wine into me. And how the blood rushed into my cheeks. So scarlet, it was (maroon) The mark they saw on my collarbone. The rust that grew between telephones. The lips I used to call home. So scarlet, it was (maroon) And I wake with your memory over me. That's a real fucking legacy, legacy (it was maroon)
V6Jrf. 281 225 110 103 213 172 283 310 254