It starts when you cross
It ends when you fall down
No matter how you call it
I have just found out ...
... that black is how the light is
in the morning silence
Blowing in the night and
returning without nothing
It starts when you cross
It ends when you fall down
No matter how you call it
I have just found out ...
... that black is how the light is
in the morning silence
Blowing in the night and
returning without nothing
Enjoy your meltdown
whatever it means
People are waiting right now
for you to come in
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