Lletres:
From Our Hands Running Fever

failures" And I am coming clean of dreams that don't exist Oh God, it's in the air when it should be Safe between our hands "And love, even without light

gone east While you're left to explain them to me Released from their hairless and blind cavalry With your hands in your pockets, stubbily running To

Has gone east While you're left to explain them to me Released from their hairless and blind cavalry With your hands in your pockets, stubbily running