Hands wanting to stroke what is smooth
You let it grow and hate
You will create a city
Dream that I say the word
You let it grow and hate
Is revenge just beneath the skin?
Dream that I say the word
Made of light and delicate materials
Is revenge just beneath the skin?
To confuse emptiness with a lack of
Made of light and delicate materials
I will journey into/out of everything.
To confuse emptiness with a lack of
You will create a city
I will journey into/out of everything.
Hands wanting to stroke what is smooth