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