I am almost ever being
Glue, what stink your eyes
Find and lose your dreams
And fly if you can’t lie
I don’t believe in the septic reason
I don’t believe in the septic fly
Dry
When you are kissing me
Fly
If you can change the way of iced clouds
Green is almost ever being
The collor of red eyes (nao canto isso)
Find and lose your dreams
And fly if you can’t lie
I don’t believe in the septic reason
I don’t believe in the septic fly
Dry
When you are kissing me
Fly
If you can change the clouds and float over all