Inessa Pressler - perth
текст песни

I'm tearing up, acrost your face
move dust through the light
to fide your name
it's something fane
this is not a place
not yet awake, I'm raised of make

still alive who you love
still alive who you love
still alive who you love

in a mother, out a moth
furling forests for the soft
gotta know been lead aloft
so I'm ridding all your stories
what I know, what it is, is pouring ? wire it up!