Monte Pittman Through The Breezes
I can see the blood
Dripping down the stones
Flows, my ghost, my home
Do I want you back?
Can I let it go?
No, I'm so
Controlled.
You had better run
So I cannot see you, ever
But you're still my flower
And I'm now your reason
Will you still remember
When you fall through the breezes?
Haunt you if I can
Watch you where you go, no
I hold your soul
I hold
You had better run
So I cannot see you, ever
But you're still my flower
And I'm now your reason
Will you still remember
When you fall through the breezes?
