歌词语境宇宙
Oh feelin understands the weather of the winters on its way
Oh ceilings few and far between all the legal halls of shame yeah
Even flow thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh feelin understands the weather of the winters on its way
Oh ceilings few and far between all the legal halls of shame yeah
Even flow thoughts arrive like butterflies
When the good things seem to be
few and far between
Conscious loss of conscience
When the good things seem to be
few and far between
Conscious loss of conscience