It’s so cozy here
A longing for the light to call
Honey also happens to be death’s color
Dream you are as old as I
A longing for the light to call
Can we pass the time?
Dream you are as old as I
I insert everyone
Can we pass the time?
I can feel all of them
I insert everyone
Just as clear as before.
I can feel all of them
Honey also happens to be death’s color
Just as clear as before.
It’s so cozy here