They never told me right.
I had to stay in the yellow light.
Decide the end of the world,
Have health at your collapse.
Fight for nightly, empty forms
Of that landscape.
And then, the sun should help
On my father's painting.
We walked over the bridge
Into the forest,
Searched to find
Scent of flowers.
I had to stay in the yellow light.
Decide the end of the world,
Have health at your collapse.
Fight for nightly, empty forms
Of that landscape.
And then, the sun should help
On my father's painting.
We walked over the bridge
Into the forest,
Searched to find
Scent of flowers.