Portrait | Lea

Das Wetter frischt auf 

Here we are with burning skin

Where we've always been

And we all collide

In the rising tide

Then weather in the wind

We live our lives

Like hands are tied

And dead in days of dreaming

Embrace the race

Of every days

But forsake the feeling

Are we killing time

While these days unwind?

We can't see past our own sad stories

And wonder what we're missing

We can't see past our own sad stories

And forget how to listen

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Patrick Park | Here we are