Fall Is this gravity Pull While the light escapes those who reach What's unseen in speechless hands Gracious movements of collapse and dissolve A resolution bathed in sound Sometimes I think these are the stars of my home Inaudibly versed Aesthetic clatter An oath plagued by thrusts A false face to flatter Fireflies atone and sing rest your wings Sing its praise A resolution bathed in sound Sometimes I think these are the stars of my home Spread your wings, martyrTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
