This World We'll Fly Off

Vranorod

Compositor: Vranorod

Within my skin I touch the river
And every pine was waiting for me
I crossed the street on the red light
And you just saw my steps

All that you had in your mind was all that I also thought
So, will you just take my hand?
This world we'll fly off

Maybe the tops of the mountains died
Or birds in there don't see me cry
No matter what the subject is
This heart of mine stops to exist

On and on, off the storm
Save my touch and help me smile