The answers are Cicadas,
My compass tells me not why
This has to be the way --
But it is the way we go.
All this time we've been a
Beautiful painting
And this feels like the acetone.
The answers are Cicadas,
My compass tells me not why
This has to be the way --
But it is the way we go.
All this time we've been a
Beautiful painting
And this feels like the acetone.