Spasm waiter dropping to his knees, sees. Slander on wrap paper ties. Lifting up his head he feels the sunlight in his eyes. . Grasp a kettle top and shoot the breeze, please.
The sky is burning in this lonely land. And I kneel by the river. And I feel the sand and the wind. The wind from beyond the mountain. The wind from beyond the mountain.
In and out of focus, time turns elastic. In and out of focus, in and out of focus, time turns elastic. In and out of focus, in and out of focus, time turns.
You never heard this one from me. I wanted to belong to what I fear. And we're supposed to laugh it off. We're very limited in honesty. . A sense of belonging just for once in my life.