In A Nutshell Lungs
My time is over again
They want to destroy us, they've cut out my lungs
I can be star, can I?..
Your door is open and I'm ready to be, forgive me my life
But nothing, nothing like this and nothing recovers by
time
Too mu-uch,
Summer rain
My touch, my fright
My blame (stain)
My time is over again and again you're like smiling
Ghost. You're whispering carm but you'll never be heard
My time is off, is off
I'll do, I'll do, I'll do
