How cold should we be for here to stop Here in ain't no sigh of you The nobel portrait of our youth Begings to fade away
Floating the same forgotten streets Begging gods you to meet Brining me now here Air feeled with flavour of a freed And a letter that you did Sure it was something hot
I wonder how long it's gonna last The lifeless being The flowers, the trees and the grass Calling up to me
Floating the same forgotten streets Begging gods you to meet Brining me now here Air feeled with flavour of a freed And a letter that you did