I've seen my dear
I know him
He's been here
Can't you feel his atmosphere
Can't you tell
Can't you see
How I'm wearing his feel
His wind blows through me
I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for god's sake
I have written his name
In the window of saints
Can't you see his colours that I paint
I've seen my dear
Even if not every year
Still he's the gate in here |
