Teksty: Franja de Gaza. Walking.

I want you to love me
I want you beside me
I want you to die

You know that preassure freaks me
You can?t forget this feeling
When worlds I raised will rip me?
Until the present frees me
Wherever just to make it for evermore


Wherever just to make it for evermore

Walking on a road, won?t you try to make it far from home
Walking on this fear, I hear it near home