My life would be lonesome without..
my favourite work of art.
Shades of its brains, of its mind..
around my face, by my side.
What if its shades finds a one..
to follow, needing its mind.
Yes, I would be lost if I found..
one might stealing my side.
my favourite work of art.
Shades of its brains, of its mind..
around my face, by my side.
What if its shades finds a one..
to follow, needing its mind.
Yes, I would be lost if I found..
one might stealing my side.