with such ideals (the world it at my feet)
it seemed to stay that way a while (kissing sweet defeat)
without its touch i fear im meat ,
standing here without a cause
Maybe its better this way,
silence my sweet release
Sliding Matterwith such ideals (the world it at my feet) it seemed to stay that way a while (kissing sweet defeat) without its touch i fear im meat , standing here without a cause Maybe its better this way, silence my sweet release |