Bitter nothing passed these lips
as words poured towards you in silent riffs.
A melody of sour times
the money good s, the smell of muscidimes
Serene breezes flow through us
patches of pain and blue in the brush
Mountains agape and my heart does dispair
that in this cold world ,I'd follow you anywhere
It's more than love which gases emotions
sweet nothings carried me across this dark ocean
All yours and mine we may feel sorrow
all is well in the hopes of land unhollowed.