Every morning I walk towards the edge
Like:
Car-parts, bottles and cutlery
Or whatever i find lying around
A way
I listen to the sounds they make
I follow him with my eyes 'till they crash
Imagine what my body would sound like
Every morning I walk towards the edge
Like:
Car-parts, bottles and cutlery
Or whatever i find lying around
A way
I listen to the sounds they make
I follow him with my eyes 'till they crash
Imagine what my body would sound like