Maisy Stella
Gone
Hold my hand 'cause the thought of harm
Brings a chill across my arm
If I can run, if I can hide
I'm gone
Burning down, feeling fire
Like when water meets a wire
If I can breathe, if I feel tired
I'm gone
Hold my hand 'cause the thought of harm
Brings a chill across my arm
If I can run, if I can hide
I'm gone
Burning down, feeling fire
Like when water meets a wire
If I can breathe, if I feel tired
I'm gone