your soul spilling over me, pouring into my ears and eyes
lost in your waves, and — what do i care for their serenades and shouting?
for all i care they may dance on the rooftops
and we just are
your soul spilling over me, pouring into my ears and eyes
lost in your waves, and — what do i care for their serenades and shouting?
for all i care they may dance on the rooftops
and we just are