CHiLD-0F-THE-BEAT
Bluelighter
LOST iN THE DEEP
My mouth is sore, and my jaw hangs limp
My mind tries to wander
Restrained to well worn streets
The record is rerun, the cd skips a beat
My mind turns
Gliding over familiar silk
Stirring the fog in my head
Simmering the dish within my eyes
My mouth is sore, and my jaw hangs limp
My mind tries to wander
Restrained to well worn streets
The record is rerun, the cd skips a beat
My mind turns
Gliding over familiar silk
Stirring the fog in my head
Simmering the dish within my eyes
