Founds total 2 songs
The Light From A Cake
I'm alternating between heavy and light. Between meaning and nonsense. And having a drink. I have counted all the lines on the road. Between here and los angeles.
The Humid Press Of Days
What did it mean to fly. A tremor in your soul. To resist the dull existence of gravity. Upward bound, trees fly. Two meadows and a fields. And the border is a simple line of hills.
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