High Passage
High passage, clouds form.
Burning lungs, where clouds are torn.
Red strings fry, clouds reborn…
Chasing Destiny
Rushing ahead to
where you don’t want to be…
Adrift
Adrift in an open field
I took my heart for a walk…
High passage, clouds form.
Burning lungs, where clouds are torn.
Red strings fry, clouds reborn…
Rushing ahead to
where you don’t want to be…
Adrift in an open field
I took my heart for a walk…