Stop, feel the wind
Stare
Coming on the sands
Time of another breaking moment
Palm on the hand
Free
Don't make us understand
Pumping out the air to be
It's cold
But it's always cold
My dreaming draws
In the edge you hold
Start again
And it was old
And the nose long
And it tastes so good
It tastes like it should
Tastes like it should
Palm on my hand
Bleed
Let me down a little hell
God, I will see another day
And then they stop
And they don't always stop
And they took it all
On the cobblestones
Howling mountain
Howling mountain
Spiral meets the end
Day
Lying with another man
Goes in the eye to end
Spiral meets the end
Speed
But don't make her heart amend
I will be another day
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