remnants of fidelity
Remove a bullet from my head
Extracting over confidence
Hidden so easy to pretend
Too bad the rush was found again

I can see the pictures on the floor
Sketches of what was there before
Three came from one little seed
The last one is all i need

Cool like the ocean
Burned like a summer home
Fooled by the notion
That the sums don't add up at all


идеально.

@музыка: silversun pickups-three seed

@темы: reflections