I am scared to breath you name whenever we dissove to blame; but one day we will learn to fly back to treasureland. Somewhere someone investigates we appeal to our experince; this inner worth is inner war we''re longing the colors as if we''d starve...
Still in perigee still in liberty. Still in reach still in me.
Oh so red the cage the seizure is my guard and leader never I have been in such a warmth before. Oh so silent sleeps the planet healers, are you near I need another vision I can trust and feed. We are the dead dead ringers we are in search of our birth.