Drewsif Stalin's Musical Endeavors Naught
Fall away
As we'll do
The strings are tugged and taut
Fraying with my demeanor
With my demeanor
Wisps and whispers float along
Captive in infinity
I can only hope to hear her's
I can only hope to feel her's
Smolder out
As we'll do
She signs her songs of naught
And I'm praying that
That I will hear her
That I will hear her
Wisps and whispers float along
Captive in infinity