My hands cannot shake
We pass the time
Like a deserted nest
They don’t come any prettier than this
We pass the time
My will is losing its center
They don’t come any prettier than this
Are there towers where the street ends?
My will is losing its center
I let them fall
Are there towers where the street ends?
Anybody can break in anyone’s glassdoor.
I let them fall
Like a deserted nest
Anybody can break in anyone’s glassdoor.
My hands cannot shake