Letras
I stepped on a branch
And it made you flee again
Why don't you draw my sketch
And leave me in painful shapes
I stepped on a branch
Cold wind came through again
You could've had what you have
Without opening up my chest
Without opening up my chest
Without opening up my chest
I take steps into depth and it hurts (so much)
I look south and cry out loud
Will you stop?
Where's your voice?
What do you know?
Do you look up into the same sky?
There's no metaphors left
No ecstatic truth
Do you look up?
Do you look up?
Do you look up?
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who are you?