“I wish you’d hold me when I turn my back…The less I give the more I give back. Oh, your hands can heal. Your hands can bruise…I don’t have a choice, but I still choose you…”
“I wish you’d hold me when I turn my back…The less I give the more I give back. Oh, your hands can heal. Your hands can bruise…I don’t have a choice, but I still choose you…”