I dont want to watch you fading, take out
Your eyes are taking over maybe
It's time you lay down and watch the sinking sky form, a beautiful
Landscapes of century old beings
What's your line
I will run my fist aground
Then far away from that Kiss the sun
Wild old moans Stop holding on
Once I sat alone with fire, and took out
Your mouth is causing pain to my lies
There's no confusion, ever be victorious
A constant obstruction to people an their union
What's you line
I will run my fist aground
Then far away from that Kiss the sun
Wild old moans Stop holding on
I will run my fist aground
Then far away from that Kiss the sun
Wild old moans Stop holding on