Print

We both can see with our backs on the floorSharing this room doesn't work anymoreI was thinking maybe you could find a place where we can go to be aloneI can barely breathe, my claustrophobic dreams are making me a dirty boyOh we walked awayFar AwayFar AwayRed colored beads, on the beds in my roomReflect the trees that we stole from the poemI was finding ways that we could get away even for a week or twoDrive to the cascadeWake up some dirty placeWe can't even feel the rainOh we walked awayFar AwayFar AwayOh we walked awayFar AwayFar AwayOh we walked awayFar AwayFar Away From Letras Mania