a lovely place on the beach, seagulls hovering over the fleet. she’s got those feelings that chase she wants her soul to be embraced
inside this train she feels our lovely place. mother i swear she is sorry for casting the shades. you only prepare, only play the game. it feels like those past days
her troubles are gone, but she’s still alone, and now you’ll teach her to run, she can’t have some she can’t have some simple fun.