The fish' are flying,
the water is dying.
Up in the sky they rose,
in the sky where heaven is close.
The lip stroken orange sky,
is a place you won't die...
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 3:54 PM UTC
The fish' are flying,
the water is dying.
Up in the sky they rose,
in the sky where heaven is close.
The lip stroken orange sky,
is a place you won't die...
