Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
(R. Martin)
They were searching
In and out of city bars
We were lucky
Nobody had found us
In the back room
You look like a holy man
And I believe in
Every word you're saying
Without him she is empty
But with him she's unsure
Don't be afraid
Of what you're feeling for me
Because this mess we've made
Is only love