Why don't you see,
I'll walk your time,
At the end of the plain of those sad days?
Heaps like your ears,
This coldness of mine.
What's goin' on?
I'll walk your time.
The sky's blue,
The euphemistic apple's red.
Would you smile 368 times for me?
Feels like your ears,
This summer of mine.
The endless sigh,
The sky's blue.
I'd like to be here for the dryness
Of your clothes, eyes, hairs and cheeks.
This melody of major key talks to you,
and shakes up your years.
I'm on this line,
At the story's end,
At the end of happy days felt like breeze.
Looks like your ears,
This current of mine.
1991,
I'm on this line.
I'd like to be here for your sleep,
For your dirt, water and child’s sleep.
This melody of minor key guards us,
Then lets us stand, and makes us free.
Why don't you see,
I'll walk your time,
At the end of the plain of those sad days.
Heaps like your ears,
This coldness of mine.
What's goin' on?
I'll walk your time.
What's goin' on?
I'll walk your time.
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