(-+) 1 Relation
Oh
me.
All I see
Write it down
Pick up
on your own ground
We're all gone
So dreary the sun sinks into its own right
The stars are alive and soon come alight
. .
Here I am
Come feed me
I'd love to stand
Without machines
There you are
Although so far
I'd love you here
Without this fear
I feel so generic.
So complete.
me.
All I see
Write it down
Pick up
on your own ground
We're all gone
So dreary the sun sinks into its own right
The stars are alive and soon come alight
. .
Here I am
Come feed me
I'd love to stand
Without machines
There you are
Although so far
I'd love you here
Without this fear
I feel so generic.
So complete.