A barefoot walk, everyday on a winding road. Biting dust in my face.
A captured look...down the shore. You'll better breathe before.
And you can cry it out, there's no bloom for me.
Without any doubt, just to wait and see.
And you should scream and shout, to feast on me.
...to feast on me.
Broken steps & stumbling legs, falling down deep. Safety bond & crushing heads.
Laying down...on the ground. No more tears to count.
And you can cry it out, there's no bloom for me.
Without any doubt, just to wait and see.
And you should scream and shout, to feast on me.
...to feast on me.