Slowly. Coming over me. Like fire and ice. Confusion. All to the ground. Stone me. Like you own me. The strangest moving patterns. All flow through this city.
Sunny day, I feel fine. Sunny day, you're not mine. Thoughtless things run through my head. I can feel just like I did. When I, I was free. . Motions to go through.
These very moments as they pass. It's like you're just dreaming of busting someone else. My hands they hold a candle to the pages. These days they go so fast, these days of ours.
These very moments as they pass. It's like you're just dreaming of busting someone else. My hands they hold a candle to the pages. These days they go so fast, these days of ours.