(Instrumental)
All ripe, the torrent insides are beating me now
The stars
Im lost in this decay
And I feel Ive touched a
Hello my wife, at last
There are so many things Ive
I want to know is this what water tastes like?
Cause
Call it black and white and red all over
That these
I watch a young boy with a bag of stones
In
Seven hours till sunrise
I'd rather drive than sleep
These lights, these
Switches avoiding fingers, airing a world premiere
Wnowing the guilt that
Angel, will you accept my midnight invitation?
Well, you're born of
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