I'm tearing up, acrost your face
Move dust through the light
To fide your name
It's something fane
This is not a place
Not yet awake, I'm raised of make

Still alive who you love
Still alive who you love
Still alive who you love

In a mother, out a moth
Furing forests for the soft
Gotta know been lead aloft
So I'm ridding all your stories
What I know, what it is,
Is Pouring - wire it up!

You're breaking your groud