Classing class as I class colour
One is one and one is the other
Finding freedom in fervour
Can one lonely soul discover?
Touching seeing hearing things
Sensation's where it all begins
To start the start of anything
Is to start the start of everything
Counselling countless souls
Neighbouring wanted rogues
Harbouring heavy loads
To shed’s to sheer to shake things clear
Maybe sometimes I’m not me
Maybe sometimes I can’t see
Maybe sometimes I’m not me
Maybe maybe she can see
Now I know when not to squander
Feel through feet the wildest thunder
Open up let me discover
Your wildest wishes up and under.
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
Classing class as I class colour
One is one and one is the other
Finding freedom in fervour
Can one lonely soul discover?
Touching seeing hearing things
Sensation's where it all begins
To start the start of anything
Is to start the start of everything
Counselling countless souls
Neighbouring wanted rogues
Harbouring heavy loads
To shed’s to sheer to shake things clear
Maybe sometimes I’m not me
Maybe sometimes I can’t see
Maybe sometimes I’m not me
Maybe maybe she can see
Now I know when not to squander
Feel through feet the wildest thunder
Open up let me discover
Your wildest wishes up and under.
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