Tradition
Series Of Seasons
I am a siren
Smoke signal grows
On top of this shouting
This flower groans On my highest of my highness
On my own, my own, my own, my own, my own, my own, my own You are a fragrance
Is such a silly swoon
Reach peaks with sighs of relief
I love you smelly bones In all my silence, all my silence
It only goes to show that slight of soulness sold us coldness I won't fight you, but I hope you don't decide to never change
I hope, my hopelessness won't ever bring you pain
Redefine it, redefine it, don't feel that you have to fight to fake a way
Speak to fire, speak to fire, speak to fire, speak to fire it's for now and ever free
From Letras Mania