Cutting Pink With Knives
Montreal, Renegade
Come into a clearingThe eyes reflectEverything that we've been seeingEverything that we've been missingEverything we've never held closeRedwood, they swallow us wholeRedwood, they can't be definedRedwood, they'll forget usRedwood, they'll see through our eyesBut I've built skyscrapers which electrifyTowering in height and polished smoothThey're chronologically concreteRedwoods? Just fuel
From Letras Mania