A barefoot walk, everyday on a winding road. Biting dust in my face.
A captured look...down the shore. You`ll better breathe before. And you can cry it out, there`s no bloom for me.
Without any doubt, just to wait and see.
And you should scream and shout, to feast on me.
...to feast on me. Broken steps & stumbling legs, falling down deep. Safety bond & crushing heads.
Laying down...on the ground. No more tears to count. And you can cry it out, there`s no bloom for me.
Without any doubt, just to wait and see.
And you should scream and shout, to feast on me.
...to feast on me.