The ride stops I get out It's cold walls now And a drought Blow out a candle And inhale I get high from it I get born I tape feathers To my bones I can fly now More like float Catch custs of wind, kid it helps My feet scraping Evergreens Your fingers breaking Reaching the sky Smoke more candle And catch drifts Guided by currents In the air
And I feel like I am done
I'm all warm now No thoughts Swimming in the rain Falling like deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
