To taste flavours in flour, only dead bread, just dust. Taste the floor, you must. Inhale the fog, kiss the flag, sing the song, run fast. My neighbour by my side. And we both smile. And feeling fine. Cause things seem easy way when i'm over the line, flying by, saying good bye, eating lies. Sweet and juicy lies. Hundred thousand flys arround that shit we talk about. You know. I understand (it costs) the light you try to find, a sunshine flash, a meanwhile where I can wait. Death, of course, and life, no doubt. That good day we dream in, looking for a social goodness, only for a while. Like a whale, enjoing having sun in the moment of the breath out. Shinny fun, with a Lord face, or a Monument place. It would eat you if it has a chance. Forget the coin, feel the join. Zen&Zas.
1 comentario:
To taste flavours in flour, only dead bread, just dust. Taste the floor, you must. Inhale the fog, kiss the flag, sing the song, run fast. My neighbour by my side. And we both smile. And feeling fine. Cause things seem easy way when i'm over the line, flying by, saying good bye, eating lies. Sweet and juicy lies. Hundred thousand flys arround that shit we talk about. You know.
I understand (it costs) the light you try to find, a sunshine flash, a meanwhile where I can wait. Death, of course, and life, no doubt. That good day we dream in, looking for a social goodness, only for a while. Like a whale, enjoing having sun in the moment of the breath out. Shinny fun, with a Lord face, or a Monument place.
It would eat you if it has a chance. Forget the coin, feel the join.
Zen&Zas.
Publicar un comentario