Engineering Manager | Trail Runner | Stockholm, Sweden

Ritchie is a bloody genius

Mindenki tegye magát túl azon, hogy dalszöveget postolni gáz.

When evening falls
She’ll run to me
Like whispered dreams
Your eyes can’t see

Soft and warm
She’ll touch my face
A bed of straw
Against the lace

We believed we’d catch the rainbow
Ride the wind to the sun
Sail away on ships of wonder

But life’s not a wheel
With chains made of steel
So bless me

Come the dawn