I rode across the plot to arrive in a desolate shot, where flashbacks followed me down to my life before my life, was touched by death and my years were many, when I was young, when I was spring, when there was hope and everything felt so real
Before my wild love abandoned the West,
"It's the end of its summer" she said.
"Change or share its fate, you will die under the eyes of the illiterate".
Back on the island where I grew up, what I knew it grew on me so I shut up and then I undressed, but the press was unimpressed, why would we care, progress has led us there
My wild love abandoned the West,
"It's the end of its summer" she said.
"Change or share its fate, you will die under the eyes of the illiterate".
Before my wild love abandoned the West,
"It's the end of its summer" she said.
"Change or share its fate, you will die under the eyes of the illiterate".
Back on the island where I grew up, what I knew it grew on me so I shut up and then I undressed, but the press was unimpressed, why would we care, progress has led us there
My wild love abandoned the West,
"It's the end of its summer" she said.
"Change or share its fate, you will die under the eyes of the illiterate".