BREATHING THROUGH HOLES:
Words beneath feet wheels cross over cracks, clicks, rhythms
jungle’s in the corner, fire and light you climb into the sky,
in time we’ll all get where we’re going.
(K)
BREATHING THROUGH HOLES:
Words beneath feet wheels cross over cracks, clicks, rhythms
jungle’s in the corner, fire and light you climb into the sky,
in time we’ll all get where we’re going.
(K)