4 acessos
You know, I Have foreseen
The air folded by the lines of your stare
Your stare
Hear me out
I will shout when you can't hear me
The wind would hit hard on my back
Carrying the fierce dust of your breath
Your breath
Hear me out
I will shout when you can't hear me
Tender your tender breeze cutting the skin like a sick shiver
Tender your tender breeze cutting the skin like a sick shiver
From your stare would grow a storm
Dust, invading me, (dust)
disintegrating me
Hurling me around the eye
The eye, I wish I would become
Tender your tender breeze cutting the skin like a sick shiver
Tender your tender breeze cutting the skin like a sick shiver
From your stare would grow a storm
Dust, invading me, (dust)
disintegrating me
Hurling me around the eye
The eye, I wish I would become