Quiana

Whoever owns the night, the wind hushed dunes, it makes you wonder why, I keep a cheerful home, somewhere fog looms, always from the shore, forget the bitter times, all the cool untruths, still want him by my side, living life without a phone, always glad to see you, nothing gets postponed, the air goes splashing by, searching for a final coup, some waste all their lives, others touch the stones, kid themselves not to look, what they had before, what else can you do ?