Текст песни Sheela - Melting Palms

From high above
Words are less hard and tough

Floating upon foreign skies
Ignore the collapse and what dies

Dust of past regret
Trust in things you said

Leeches turning around
Into burning grounds

Soaked through cruel times
Leave it all behind
Imagine we could fly

Soaked through cruel times
Leave it all behind
Dreamed that I survived
Imagine we could fly