Question 'rises, diving ditches, beneath water's no time. Stifling blankets, fears through ages, nearly choked, broke the line.
Some strategy to save myself amongst the defences. Being sharp, keep from showing the inner. So I broke the disk, but headed for the consequences. Vanished money or the beginner.
Raindown, recall the blisters, raindow come. I really couldn't speak my teens, they avoid examinations. Proposed some white horse into painture. Or throw the trash away. Sunday morning at the break of dawn we moved away. Kept the train from grooving the circles.
And then we moved by water, 'til bed was doing overtime. The end of the game, not digging the virtues.
Locked up in the laundry basket, withdrawn in the end. The guitar bang my head that battle, though at last we became friends.
We was moving out before us growing into twenties, because we got nothing furthermore to add. We was obsessed by the difference, separation the solution, reduced social luggage that we had. Found out in the long run what's the use to seek consensus, now we won't allow to intervene again. No more throwing dust in my eyes and leave the past for what it's worth. And so it brought me here in the end.
Old sensation, but life is generous. Some intuition, somewhat ambiguous. The thread gets clearer, built upon an old base., My sixteenth birthday, introducing life's faith.
Give a little bit, give a little bit, give a little bit, a little bit of confidence.
Give a little bit, give a little bit, give a little bit, a little bit of confidence.
Sweet sensation, sometimes life generous. Some intuition, somewhat ambiguous. The thread gets clearer, built upon an old base. My sixteenth birthday, introducing life's faith.
Give a little bit, give a little bit, give a little bit, a little bit of confidence.
Give a little bit, give a little bit, give a little bit, a little bit of confidence.
Give a little bit, give a little bit, give a little bit, a little bit of confidence.
Give a little bit, give a little bit, give a little bit, a little bit of confidence.
Old sensation, but life is generous.