歌词
作词 : Otto Marozik Benson
作曲 : Otto Marozik Benson
something stored in those big white silos
carried into the sea
hands reaching and pulling apart
what our eyes cant really see
knocking at the door to your bedroom where you’ve turning green
is it ok if i sleep right next to the warehouse where they store our dreams
something stored in those big white silos
carried into the sea
hands reaching and pulling apart
what our eyes cant really see
knocking at the door to your bedroom where you’ve turning green
is it ok if i sleep right next to the warehouse where they store our dreams