A small has fallen The white mist hits the ground My lungs comfort me with joy Vegging on one detail rest just crowds around My eyes itch of burning red
Picture sounds Of moving so surreal Lay around Looks like I something new
Laying in my bed I think I'm in left field I picture someone, I think it's you You're standing so close My body begins to swell Why does 1 + make 2
Picture sounds Of moving insects so surreal Lay around Looks I found something new
Laying in my bed I think in left field I picture someone, I think you You're standing so damn close My body begins to swell Why does 1 + 1 make 2