You know my Sweet
Nothing will be the same for me
After your love, would I know how to stand up on these lonely feet?
Though it may seem, we are not quite meant to be
But the Angels, they choose us, to sprinkle their dust.
My Sweetest Sweet
Nothing will be the same for me
After your love, would I know how to stand up on these lonely feet?
Though it may seem, we are not quite meant to be
But the angels, they choose us, to sprinkle their dust.
But the angels, they choose us, to sprinkle their dust.