The partying has been on
and time hands are getting unfilled
with summer's prayer
and I watch everything
wishlist the nights that were mine.
I used to own a garden.
Now, the flowers are falling asleep
into fingers and their bones
are my hand, blooming
disillusionment to my face.
and time hands are getting unfilled
with summer's prayer
and I watch everything
wishlist the nights that were mine.
I used to own a garden.
Now, the flowers are falling asleep
into fingers and their bones
are my hand, blooming
disillusionment to my face.
