Sit Calm - Moth | Текст песни

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Your personality collides with instincts not to leave. That old bookshelf full of journals and dads old model planes rest idle by while your away.

Film laid out and above the desk that window holding beige light the blinds aren't letting in. Days spent sleeping against the wall, the grey escaped into you and back into the world

Dry pressure behind my eyes. Grey hues in a dull sky. I'm lost in humid winds. I'm thinking to much of this.

The fracture shifts idle hands. It's not something you'd think if again.

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