Give me something sweet baby. I use to become bitter
I wanna have you like this for hours and hours
It's not a computer talk
It's a happier omen.
Imaginary worlds are floating in the air
passing through our bodies echoes of thousand radars
How much they affect you? no one knows.
No ruse makes you happy.
It's a happier omen.
This is not an invention to pass the time
there's no device that is visionary