Nim Vind
The Fever
Step out into the fresh air found in the night Observing the crowds as they form the familiar scene And the quickening of their movement starts you along The passionate mouve that you hear then The vagrants and their witching that you must digest And the affected eye sores and sex trade and those in protest And the play on words lit by a stobe effect And the passionate mouve And suspicion indirect The passionate mouve You and it
From Letras Mania