words flow slowly out
And smooth their shapes
Crossing ground to meet me here in my return
To meet me here when I return
The sound sleep
The Morning calls
You’ve been here
You’ve been here
The hundred letters hug so hard
The little letters meet my eye
Just take a spin to the place
no more sleep to morning grace
No more light the days to come
Till you’re back here, you back here
The hanging threads we spin our young
Wish you let go,need you back here
And the secrets told once with that yet another way
Words mean much to heart
We are little said and quickly spurn
Morning dream is fool’s cascades
The shooting stars are lord short rage
And with morning lost
There is no such thing as a wise man, a wise man
With little truth they take to drink
And wiser yeah you are right now
No secret is told,no one is told
So it’s going on
Here is what we learn and what we know
Take your pick now
And bent some hope
No Picking up your cell phone as someone’s call
No happy love
We arrange the scheme and repaint repaint repaint
No happy love
We arrange the scheme and repaint repaint repaint