161. Zonder titel

Onbekend

Sometimes I'm an indian
Caught only by the sky,
I can't go further
I'm going inside.

It's a beautiful storm
It comes with no warning at all
As I move my feet towards your body
I can hear this beat it fills my head up

There’s a drumming noise inside my head
That starts when you’re around
I swear that you could hear it
It makes such an all mighty sound

Every shiver sends
One breath under the bridge of sighs
Bending where the river bends
I love the look in your trespassed eyes