Daniella

Fire and evening light, make picturse of my tune, I might even cry, longing for my phone, that doesn't ring with news, it’s a Nokia two tone, the beach is drained of life, grains now turn cool, away from Freeway tyres, it blossoms in our souls, accept all that we do, we may even atone, a return to paradise, could be beyond our purlieu, but not a better life, far from being a drone, you’re always very nice, you'll end up in my song, make the morning wise.