Is nakedness omnipresent?
Like a snowball in the chest
We’ve discussed it at length
When I breathe on the mirror
Like a snowball in the chest
Not caring about your loved ones
When I breathe on the mirror
No one’s home
Not caring about your loved ones
Everything must be smooth again
No one’s home
Water hangs mirrors in every raindrop.
Everything must be smooth again
We’ve discussed it at length
Water hangs mirrors in every raindrop.
Is nakedness omnipresent?