bored my therapist . While playing him my violin. Pre-Chorus. (Oh my God) That's so insane. (Oh my God) That's such a shame. Next to them, my * don't feel so grand. But I can't help myself from feeling
Song Song Of The Violin - James Otto. The last fifty years. Have seen laughter and tears. And your hair slowly fade to gray . Your children are grown now. And it's hard to believe. How the years have
my therapist. While playing him my violin. Pre-Chorus. (Oh my God) That's so insane. (Oh my God) That's such a shame. Next to them, my *** don't feel so grand. But I can't help myself from feeling bad
Love was like a violin, playing soft and low. In your heart you held the strings, in my heart the bow. Together we made soft sweet music, together we believed. In every day, in every hour our love
