I will fake my way to pity
I cannot remember
Not every stone hides an unseen entity
The city outside stands still
I cannot remember
A mixture of green and green
The city outside stands still
We were beautiful
A mixture of green and green
Is it hatred that is smooth?
We were beautiful
The lip-movements we must make here.
Is it hatred that is smooth?
Not every stone hides an unseen entity
The lip-movements we must make here.
I will fake my way to pity