Friday, January 15, 2016

From the desert


Sunset sky bleeding to red
Winds are blowing goodbye my sea
This thing don't fly it's like a moving bed
Sometimes slowing like time for me

Here I go leaving them behind
Somehow I knew I will
I don't know if it'll ever be the same again 
Before the angel comes to kill

Roll them down
Better roll down the windows
roll down the windows
let me feel the desert

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