So
under hood hope it's okay I ask from root to root
I don't want to snitch, we just want to shut up
It's easy to feel like you're laughing on the floor
But it's hard to take anything special with you on your feet
Everyone has their own room under the stars
People
sit with all their thoughts and think
about how they get love
And maybe one day they'll find you and all your thoughts
One
year become one acropia one thought a
conductor's stroke that volatilely slips away
your song And here I stand out in the rain and become
the one who wander with doubt when it takes its course
Out in the Night,
where each dream becomes a mirror
Smallstein
Go again, I don't want to count on it
It's okay to find a way in and take you with it
We two take it all,
especially with the heart under the stars
There are
people with all their thoughts and thoughts
God again