Flowing out of me I saw three streams
Each one a different color
Each one flowed differently
I ran my hand through the first and I watched it spread
Around my skin it flowed
Around my fragile skin
If I fall awake out of my dreams
Will it finally be
The one that pulls me underneath
The porcelain sea
Flowing out of me I saw three streams
Each one a different color
Each one flowed differently
Comments (0)