A.C.T
At the Altar
I guess I'll be fine.
The rain will be my holy wine.
No one here can see.
Perhaps this pain is meant for me?
Maybe I'm wrong.
But I never wander off again.
I guess I'll be fine.
The rain will be my holy wine.
No one here can see.
Perhaps this pain is meant for me?
Maybe I'm wrong.
But I never wander off again.