i sit alone and watch the skies
hope that you come out tonight
and broken hearts, broken dreams
buried somewhere in between
and though you think that i don’t mind
you messing with this heart of mine
remember remember remember
that you were mine
hope that you come out tonight
and broken hearts, broken dreams
buried somewhere in between
and though you think that i don’t mind
you messing with this heart of mine
remember remember remember
that you were mine
Armistice, Tycho Brahe