This year in autumn pounds too
but a little bit slower than it's normal
my metronome of temporhytm
I guess
I slowly get to used and swallow tears
You, rower, speed up and with sea decimated
Drive my loose boat on the rock
And when azure of my salty eyes fades away
I will fall down on bottom absolutely easily
My heart is going tol fly through shard
my heart is going to end up end up
My heart is going to fly through shard
my heart is going to end up with beating
My heart is horse with handicap
Then during minute overrun my tausend years
and even I sprint, my life is going to run away in one step
I resign for darkness
It's a bit cold
What should happen, will happen
when the night merges with morning
Then my heart will fly through shard
my heart willl end up.
My heart is going to fly through shard
my heart is going to end up end up
my heart is going to fly through shard
my heart is going to end up with beating.