One and a two and a three and a four and a
This feeling of spring like the wing
of a bird that is flying
The nights they go cold as my mind
does go old and I'm looked at
A Inspected hated accepted
The wise men they wrangle their minds
look for angles and meaning meaning
But the ceiling is light as I glide
through the night and I'm leaving
Living being mmm mmm mmm
This feeling of spring like the wing
of a bird that is flying
The nights they go cold as my mind
does go old and I'm looked at
A Inspected hated accepted
The wise men they wrangle their minds
look for angles and meaning meaning
But the ceiling is light as I glide
through the night and I'm leaving
Living being mmm mmm mmm