Угли тлеющего костра под уютным пледом

To toast all the Morning. And toast all the sin. I'll be close To breathing. Another thing to say. Ah. The story To stay. I just want To stay. And I don't Hold on to breathe. But my heart is strong. And I know Who'll stay. So under we stay in the sun. I go The sun in. And I don't who'll stay. I've been The story. I still want to breathe. And I Don't