A constant pressure I can't fight, I might not make it through the night. I felt the ocean breaking over my head, I'm spinning. They raised us not to grow, but we both know to reap and sowĬrawling and creeping, waiting away for the turn, change in the air that I loveįeel it soon, harvest moon, won't you look up with me?Ĭhildren, you'll feel it soon, there is a harvest moon Old ways die so slow, but we both know to reap and sow I was taught to distrust ideas opposing my thoughtsĪnd you would be swayed, bending like branches and you would be playedĪ spark for the kindling, bending like branches, bending like branches now I'm not a product of, I 'm not a product of my nameThe perception that does not mean shit to me I'm not a product of, I 'm not a product of my name The perception that does not mean shit to me Last night I saw a thousand faces in a line I can feel them all moving, I can feel them all moving It's a sign of the times, there's nothing gain, I can't I won't be I won't be sitting there now
Last night a saw a thousand faces in a line It's a sign of the times, the impression that you made, glossed over by a wave, a golden lining in your grave, beneath the dirt its all the same (you've got to don't, don't, don't fight it)
You have to fight to keep it going, I'm at loss I can't buy anymore time to preserve the line
The rust is spreading, I must run fast now I run alone in the street, it's a dead end
0 kommentar(er)
