Old Soul - Typha | Текст песни

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• Old Soul
• Typha

Witness the fallen typha
Witness the calming dream
Some live for the bays caress and some live for the breeze
Every crestfallen contact
Every scene cut in grey
Always envision concepts of our patience and why we constantly
Constantly pace, constantly change for the worst
If you dare ponder the sweet caress
You might be able to see like the rest
After the endings
They took it away
Sacrificed landings
For breeze on the bay.