Common waves pouring through
carry me four and two at a time
where all my thoughts are from
Common haze slowly looms
piercing through like soul for ???
where I´m just contemplating signs
Distant looks from your face
take me to another place in time
where we were more refined
Night drains just awake
in the end it's always faking on
your thoughts were meant to draw
Dan buen tiempo para el Miercoles. Asi que, deberias ir buscando el “Anoraak”.
