How did you grow inside of me
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how many times have i tried this
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Don't ask how much
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More than anything
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How the clocks turned
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Longing for my home again
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Don't ask how much
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More than anything
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Ask my pupils
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How is this fire growing inside of me
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It's taking hold, I can't be out of breath
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These cold rooms are suffocating me
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Returning the minute hand, the scorpion
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How many times do we experience deja vu
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The sun becomes the moon, the gloom becomes my room
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More than anything
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I want everything light
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I'm confused
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My head is spinning, the local is used to it
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My heart is used to suffering
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We have neither a job nor a vaccine
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We didn't get out of trouble again
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I'm ready for the twenty-ninth of thirty days
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He is one of my skin dreams
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Kick!
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How did you grow inside of me
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how many times have i tried this
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Don't ask how much
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More than anything
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How the clocks turned
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Longing for my home again
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Don't ask how much
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More than anything
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I'm not afraid how to move
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Cut all streets at night
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Your steps are moving forward
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You don't give up even for a moment
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There is such a moment
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no problem try
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Maybe a sip
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maybe a breather
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Maybe like a lifetime
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Maybe a whim
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No more than you
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Ask me, I'm afraid, there's no way
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Oh, "Oh!" |
troubles become friends
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It's getting hard on me
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These scourges are dim, every room, every corridor
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Every fall, every spring, every metaphor
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Every love, every pain, every night
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Every day my bum excuses
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More than anything
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How did you grow inside of me
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how many times have i tried this
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Don't ask how much
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More than anything
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How the clocks turned
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Longing for my home again
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Don't ask how much
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More than anything |