Lyrics Trixie Whitley

Trixie Whitley

Morelia

This flame.. here's old. Owned by a torch so young.

From both worlds is where I long to come from.

But the architect knows the heart of the lion .

it builds from its deepest.

fires that were once a wrestles desire.

Let it be meaningful.

Let it be no laugh.

Harbor this comfort.

Don't let the… Don't let the river go dry.

He had everything.

I had not in my longst turn to sand.

The towns I could find to want.

want shallow hand but I'm living with thefinite.

But the architect knows the heart of a lion.

Built from its deepest.

Our fires, there were once wrestles desires.

Let it be meaningful.

Let it be who .

Harbour this comfort. Don't let the..

Don't let the river go dry.

Let it be meaningful.

Let it be who they are.

I bet this comfort.

Don't let the.. don't let the river go dry.

Let it be meaningful.

Let it be no laugh.

I bet this comfort.

Don't let the.. Don't let the river go dry.