So far the mist is wool
How much from the inside, river is sea
I see from high up in the sky
Veil that breaks up close
If on the back the moon has
What prose i saw shine
I saw, on a bias, its color that crosses modesty
Between what I see and my gaze
I know well
What i feel is more
And there's no reason
But there is like
The sweet skin, who has
The sweet skin, who gives
The sweet skin, who has
The bone salt, maybe
If on the back the moon has
What prose i saw shine
I saw, on a bias, its color that crosses modesty
Between what I see and my gaze
I know well
What i feel is more
And there's no reason
But there is like
The sweet skin, who has
The sweet skin, who gives
The sweet skin, who has
The bone salt, maybe