Gracefully
sneak enough
for me
They just want to tear
my feathers
The golden light of the setting sun
Let me be a
hypocrite again
everything
You bring the leaves,
gasoline
They are singing with the burning blood
It gives me
deep relief
I will be gone before long
I know I'm wrong
No matter how far I go,
they find me out
I wish the dust took away my doom
I can't help
this vague feeling
I feel so blue
We'll go our own way
To the gift of love
