The Devil Wears Prada - Chicago

In this grave hour
I have composed our final song
The last words of our love
lost of our love lost
I called your hands home
for years for years
for years for years on end
It's become distant and
I hate my helpless defiance No
You have no problem finding me
although you only commit
unintentionally unintentionally
I do it for the Lord
I do it for Chicago
I once lived for you and
I've never ever been
so wrong wrong wrong
so wrong wrong wrong
We keep building building
to find no release

The Devil Wears Prada 검색: The Devil Wears Prada