Mood - perpetuates mood
To - perpetuates to
One night, touches the other fine
Fear - perpetuates fear
Tears - perpetuate tears
One night, touches the other fine
The ground is grown
And blue stars are blooming
The seas are falling out.
Problem is the ground is upside
And sky is on the ground
Turn me around.
Cold - perpetuates cold
Songs - perpetuate songs
One night, quietly, touches my
Blue stars are blooming
The seas are being thrown.
Problem is the ground is upside
And the sky is on the down.
Turn me around.
Turn me around.
Turn me around. . .
Turn me around. . .
The ground is grown
And blue stars are blooming
The seas are blowing by
Problem is the ground is upside
And the sky is on the down.
Turn me around. . .
Turn me around. . .
Turn me around. . .
Turn me around. . .
Turn me around.