To understand a dark calling
My loss is in the right place
In one stroke we are covered with grass
For anything else to be war
My loss is in the right place
Glass is set in every forehead’s window
For anything else to be war
I can learn to smile hard
Glass is set in every forehead’s window
It’s written at the bottom of the sea
I can learn to smile hard
There is something between humans.
It’s written at the bottom of the sea
In one stroke we are covered with grass
There is something between humans.
To understand a dark calling