I’m slippery inside
I have moved all of my grief
They gaze into each other’s mirrors
It’s not about understanding
I have moved all of my grief
The white staring into its own eyes
It’s not about understanding
I will create a city
The white staring into its own eyes
Not on the skin
I will create a city
Dreaming is a utopian occupation.
Not on the skin
They gaze into each other’s mirrors
Dreaming is a utopian occupation.
I’m slippery inside