I see the birds so high
I see my life: a fight
My dreams seem so distant
I have no assistant
Angels don’t set a time
There are no guides to grime
Even when I can't feel
Fiction or the lost real?
Sometimes you don´t need a brand new way
You just need a brand new way to walk
Just hold on
Your hands are full of wounds
All is drawn
Believe: your souls are tuned
A brand new way to walk I see the birds so high I see my life: a fight My dreams seem so distant I have no assistant Angels don’t set a time There are no guides to grime Even when I can't feel Fiction or the lost real? Sometimes you don´t need a brand new way You just need a brand new way to walk Just hold on Your hands are full of wounds All is drawn Believe: your souls are tuned Explain Request ×
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