Present Paradox Space For Wishes
On my sheet
I got all of them
Straight from my core
Straight from my core
Blowing all the seeds
From the dandelion
Into the summer wind
Into the summer wind
With a snap of my fingers
And a blink of my eyes
The ghost leaves his bottle
The ghost leaves his bottle
Whispering secrets
Hidden for years
To your his open ears
To your his open ears
Your the ghost
I sent out
Your the ghost
I sent out
To open the space
For whishes