Atlas Sound
Cold and Golden
My only option was to change my ways to change the way I see thingsMy only option was to change the wayI see things way I see thingsThe days in the wake werecold and golden,always dripping honey from thethe edges of buildingsblend togethermake the weather seem so severeMy only option was to change the way I see things. I feel it.My only fear was a change that happenswhen I'm sleeping leaves me waiting
From Letras Mania