climbing through the windowpane pools in the grass and gentle haze there's a fizzing in the fire palms on the eyes hiding me from a headline
but once painful long joined into a song all unlauded days were mending ones and for you too
for whom the mirror will align anew in sweetly petaled time
bright the lane of blood alight below the earth in bended rhyme gentle heavy creepin in hovering rising deep from the faultline
hydrangea lawn azure till the dawn beckoning me leave the last light on for you
for whom the mirror will align anew in sweetly petaled time with a bell ringing overTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
