Bài hát The District Sleeps Alone Tonight - Birdy. Smeared black ink. Your face is ashen and I'm barely listening. To last demands. I'm staring at the asphalt wondering. What's buried underneath
Oh in a little district in negbourhood people moving swift like they think. They should a word from your mouth, your lights get knocked out, a glass to. Your lips and later you move and slip, and
