Dreams, Smooth

I Every wake up from somewhere That voices Full, gray of art, they can’t enter Again and again If that was, auction the love, heavy If that wasn’t, no cost Dam Real woman At least , way that may be enemy They found that Be forgetful morning They run Runner and Mistake of universe I wake up from somewhere, that voices In the wars That’s How can I say to the love.. Kissed apples, no Beauty is sometime ruthless I says, but Not I says Continuous, continuous, continuous, At the cemetery I can’t wake up , never Thwelt Di Nwe