I see the rings form deep within his eyes.
Orange, amber, red
A whisper or a sigh.
Like holdin’ on too much,
To the day your gunna die.
I see the rings form deep within his eyes.
I see the rings form deep within his eyes.
Orange, amber, red
A whisper or a sigh.
Like holdin’ on too much,
To the day your gunna die.
I see the rings form deep within his eyes.