Etykiety

poniedziałek, 28 marca 2016

--- Lines

I can't believe its all in me
Lost somewhere
Endlesly

When i try to write it down
When i try
It vanish in my veins

Somewhere in me
In my blood
In my breath
In my lines

Somewhere in me
In my blood
In my breath
In my lines

Almost here
And almost gone
Point of all the lines



--- A Thought

This is a song about
What's on my mind

I don't think
About love or hate
It's not me inside
Its not a game

Its not a drugs
nor great below
It is not a rage
And even if i care

Its like
Looking to the other side
to the other side
Its like
Getting so much high
So much high

Welcome to the garden of creation
You're the first
You can call it as you want
Please don't have a name
Thats the only way
The only way

A feeling about a feeling
Your words are not enough
Always almost getting
What means to feel the touch

I need to crush this empty spaces
Between the breath takes in and out

I need to crush this empty spaces
Between the breath takes in and out
I need to crush this empty spaces
Between the breath takes in and out
I need to crush this empty spaces
Between the breath takes in and out
I need to crush this empty spaces
Between the breath takes in and out