TIESTO Sweet Things(c 3. 23 смореть)

Build me a bridge, burn me a fire Rest something in my empty hands Fear it with light, fear me tonight A figure that you would understand Up until dawn Sweat on your palms Feeling you poor me in and in Under again, under my skin Guiding me through this hole of fear Sweet things, build on these Sweet things, build on me Sweet things, build on these Sweet things, bring to me Swinging my head, an appertain Circling momentum, round and round Crunching my thirst, first for my thought Second to fill my silent