Nhạc sĩ: Joel Compass, Poppy Ajudha
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Madness highway, driving to the edge of fate You say, come what mayAnd I hate day, we mold the world out of clay Looks like the bed you made you layLondon's burning, burning itself to the ground Looks like we got nothing left to takeOcean's parting, could you swim to the other side Or drown beneath the nightDayLittle love, thinks that it's alone Shut your doors, it implodesJust a puzzle, we don't want to go If you shut your doors, you implodeLondon's burning, burning itself to the groundLondon's burning, burning itself to the groundNothing left to take
