3 acessos
Tripping together with destiny,
Or another way, desperation.
A secret of leaves, love falling,
A good-bye of liquid,
Hurried beyond today.
We beat our course along that way
And came forth to see again the stars.
It's an indoor game: inch closer.
So much is at stake with a soul.
We beat our course along that way
And came forth to see again the stars.