André Moura AlmaGuitars
Broken Dreams
In the still of the night, shadows creeping in
Whispers of a dream, where do I begin?
Pieces of a heart scattered on the floor
Trying to find the light, can't take it anymore
In the still of the night, shadows creeping in
Whispers of a dream, where do I begin?
Pieces of a heart scattered on the floor
Trying to find the light, can't take it anymore