You fall. Grow! Look out, it's coming. Everybody lost. May again and it rains, everything rises from inside. Everything is reaction, keep control / let yourself go. Occurrences pave the way to mess your head up. Tangle of thorns, you're deadwood and living branches all togheter. You're green and sharp, you're grey and crumble but you don't bend. Back and forth, unabated, absentminded. You're a sea of silence, you're the noise, you pull like mad and break the ropes and don't feel a thing, you don't regret a thing. Occurrences pave the way to mess your head up. You are the weather falling down, and you're the soil and changing. You are the weather falling down, and you're the soil and changing. Back and forth, unabated, absentminded. You're not a mistake, not a liar, and things are nothing more than empty boxes, than what you think they are. Under the rain, this is May, you love it cause it freaks you out. Soul wanders all mixed up in may, too week to walk straight, too week to give up desire.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
