Lyrics
This place feels different somehow
Inside eight walls stretched long
Discourse of highness – Herbal attraction
Fell into my hands…
Daydreaming things that are sad
I ask myself, why?
Who am I questioning? Who?
There's no one in front of me
Just breathe the breath
Like a wind I couldn't find
Like a wind in winter's time
Daunting daughters we're trying to help
Anya Mama glacial
Such a sad face…
She's got such a sad face to see when she's sleeping
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