I´m tearing up, acrost your face Move dust through the light To fide your name It´s something fane This is not a place
Not yet awake, I´m raised of make
Still alive who you love Still alive who you love Still alive who you love
In a mother, out a moth Furling forests for the soft Gotta know been lead aloft So I´m ridding all your stories What I know, what it is, is pouring – wire it up!