the wound ? And did you see the bounds Have you ever heard a big breath ? Hurricanes of skin Torrents of frailness Can't you feel the wound ? An indian fury An indian
?d tattooed the word love and on his left hand was the word fear And in which hand he held his fate was never clear Come Indian summer he took his young
The Autumn horizon wakes me from my sleep. I feel your cold hand touch me and I weep. An Indian Summer, the wind gave breath to the leaves. The fall
feel the wound ? And did you see the bounds Have you ever heard a big breath ? Hurricanes of skin Torrents of frailness Can't you feel the wound ? An indian fury An indian
or do I turn the other cheek? please, freak, you gettin touched by this, west indian connection let me rub on your tits, and get in it for a minute to win it let you fall
all my blues to black I'm looking for a sacred hand to carve into my stone A ghost of comfort angels breath to keep this life inside my chest This world falls