ioana iorgu empty hands şarkı sözleri
Pour me in your glass
And spill me out whenever you want
Maybe I was too much
Maybe I wasn't enough
It still haunts me that I still think of you
Do you
It still haunts me that I keep hold of you
Hold my hand
Hold my head
As I'm turning another page
Nine black sheep count me to sleep
Turn me in misery
Lay ahead with empty hands
Looking for another pair
Play pretend, hide again
Lose yourself and play again
