I feel cold and scared
And the swagger haunts my skies
Trying to pour ideas
In a cup of coffee
Stire motions as a sugar
thawing as a love melts
at the sanctuary of the heart
licking them
till foliates the vocabularies rose.
I feel cold and scared
And the swagger haunts my skies
Trying to pour ideas
In a cup of coffee
Stire motions as a sugar
thawing as a love melts
at the sanctuary of the heart
licking them
till foliates the vocabularies rose.