Times of the day that dont mean anything
cloudy a nostalgia gone too far into tears
Fog rolled into your valley tonight
I was here young like you are now
To the edge of the canyons mouth spit out
All it was is a collapsing weather pattern
I drink water only to quench my thirst for instance
litterally eat only clouds for dinner and breakfast
Who was never mine , and never ever will be
Beyond all means sent aside yourself Darling
Behind fate and whatever the universe wants
Freedom just the unknown precipice hidden
Beatrixe Fox
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
Times of the day that dont mean anything
cloudy a nostalgia gone too far into tears
Fog rolled into your valley tonight
I was here young like you are now
To the edge of the canyons mouth spit out
All it was is a collapsing weather pattern
I drink water only to quench my thirst for instance
litterally eat only clouds for dinner and breakfast
Who was never mine , and never ever will be
Beyond all means sent aside yourself Darling
Behind fate and whatever the universe wants
Freedom just the unknown precipice hidden
Beatrixe Fox
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