Is there a me without you, the you that breathes the sum? Again, the one from many Again, increased by one Is there a you without me, the me with star swept eyes? Alive with fresh becomings New grass beneath black skies
Is there a me without you, the you that breathes the sum? Again, the one from many Again, increased by one Is there a you without me, the me with star swept eyes? Alive with fresh becomings New grass beneath black skies