Letra de Nothing Is Real
When she
Visits
Me three times in a row
Visits
Me three times in a row
And the
World is
Falling into a hole
We’ll drink
Napenthe
And try to remember
Names of
Places
Where we wasted happiness
Only
Hearing
High notes of a lyre
Water
Behind
We walk straight into the trees
World is
Falling into a hole
We’ll drink
Napenthe
And try to remember
Names of
Places
Where we wasted happiness
Only
Hearing
High notes of a lyre
Water
Behind
We walk straight into the trees
