Letras
How have you
How have you changed?
How have you
How have you changed?
How have you
How have you changed?
How have you made a difference?
To fairly say
To fairly say no
To fairly say
To fairly say no
She buries her head deep into the sand
The dark, suffocating intimacy serving to comfort as she resonates
Chill ripples of the dusking wind course over
Sand gathers
Grain by grain she is veiled with no urge to uncover
The weight of the desert
The relief of the strain
Too much to bear was basking above
But solitude in the dirt left her wanting
Bleeding for an elapse
To fairly say
To fairly say no
To fairly say
To fairly say no