Present Paradox Letter Of...
I send you this latter of sympathy
I send you this latter of love
And for the next weeks
An answer to is all I ask
In the middle of my room
Hope grows to the ceiling
And all my thoughts burst against the rock
And all my feels build an ear-battering thunder
My behavior is driven by sympathy
My behavior is driven by love
Over the last weeks
Not so sure what it all it all means
In middle of my room
Hope fights uncertainty
And all my thoughts burst against the rock
My feel build an ear-battering thunder
Choose me, choose me, choose me, choose me