Frames of speed and ticking clocks roll past me like the clouds. Temporarily alive, I listen to silences we have. And this feeling I get when I'm with you, I don't know, I don't want it to go! Roots break tide. Growing through and spreading through ligaments that bind up to the leaves up high that form a conscious effort to transform. Say how bright the city lights of conscious efforts to transform we find in central ties. Worn out rope yet knots that hold show valuing a feeling missed with noble stories told. And I know I'm not simple to fool. I'm just trying to learn. I'm not here to follow in such steps. I just want to try.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
