amy

A pointed branch slowly touches my arm

My dry eyes see an early evening

an early evening

I stood up and my view was distorted again

I opened a heavy door

The dirty letter is flying beyond the sky

Impure blood runs around my body

Run don't look anywhere

You've thrown away your white shoes

I feel I feel cold somewhat

Reach your arm toward a bit beyond

And I feel cold somewhat

A pointed branch slowly touches my arm

My dry eyes see an early evening

an early evening

I stood up and my view was distorted again

I opened a heavy door

The dirty letter is flying beyond the sky

Impure blood runs around my body

Run don't look anywhere

You've thrown away your white shoes

I feel I feel cold somewhat

Reach your arm toward a bit beyond

And I feel cold somewhat

Run don't look anywhere

You've thrown away your white shoes

I feel I feel cold somewhat

Reach your arm toward a bit beyond

I feel I feel cold somewhat

I feel cold somewhat