How I crave the way the world spins under me, But I sleep instead. Grip a shallow shake, With crippled company... Who speak in my head. The more messes I made, The closer I came home... From my roam. Understoods are few, Though im speaking in simple tongue.
Copaface. Now find my way back home.
How I crave the wind the world gives spinning, Though I dream instead. South shallow song my box is closing... Over my head Binge; Purge all day. Fuck strangers, I'll never know. How cold. Understoods are few, So I'm speaking in difficult tongue.