This condition is the sound
No color from one another
The younger ones laugh out loud
The well is full no sign of drought
We older ones know there's nothing to smile about
This is primal
Glazed together
Pa**ion is forever
Haven't done all I can do
Suspend me from the delicate image of the truth
What I've dreamt of – the only thing I'll ever know
My premature sleepers face will only begin to melt the snow
This is primal
Glazed together
Pa**ion is forever