- Polica - Wandering Star
When the day is done
And I lay me down
This sheet’s so cold
And your place is dark
And I hear you whispering something sweet
And it doesn’t move and it knows me
Ask me anything
Yo el café me lo tomo con poesías.
When the day is done
And I lay me down
This sheet’s so cold
And your place is dark
And I hear you whispering something sweet
And it doesn’t move and it knows me