Songtexte




This is wind
Like, wind, wind
The turbulence of it all
The subtle breeze, that becomes the wolf's call
Howling through our settled home
Cracking our communication, elevating our tone
No longer a gentle whisper
The ground moves, the flame dies
We still film, we take pictures
Unoriginal, as our smiles become filters
'Cause digital roses don't die



Autor(en): Justin Lewis Scott Copyright: Sippi Land Publishing Llc., Songs Of Universal Inc., Sippi Land Publishing Llc, Rikki Tikki Publishing



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