Tekster: Battle. Feel The Same.

True, I've been lost just for waiting on your smile,
True, I've been there, saw your treason fantasise,
Cool, black goat morning, yes it's true that angels sigh.
Don't you know,
As blue morning passes over stranger's eyes.

I'm always calling out your name,
You'll never change.
Feel The Same

Mr. Bowtie Man,
I never want to put you down.
Settle down, settle down, settle down, settle down