I'm tearing up, acrost your face Move dust through the light To fide your name It's something fane This is not a place Not yet awake, I'm raised of make
Still alive who you love Still alive who you love Still alive who you love
In a mother, out a moth Furing forests for the soft Gotta know been lead aloft So I'm ridding all your stories What I know, what it is, Is Pouring - wire it up!