الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
memory comes when memory's old
i am never the first to know
following this stream up north
where do people like us float?
there is room in my lap
for bruises, asses, handclaps
i will never disappear
for forever, i'll be here
whispering
morning, keep the streets empty for me
morning, keep the streets empty for me
i´m laying down eating snow
my fur is hot, my tongue is cold