Ирина Юрьевна

Every time he walks out the door, I wonder if he's ever coming back. I can't help but love the taste of danger, baby, and the howl and the when and the rush in his hand. I got caught out in the rain. If I die, I don't care, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with this night. I got caught out, caught out, caught out in the rain. I heard him crying in his sleep.