tko rano rani dvije sreće grabi. ili napokon uspije naći mjesto u knjižnici.
Two feet standing on a principle
Two hands longing for each others warmth
Cold smoke seeping out of colder throats
Darkness falling, leaves nowhere to go
It’s spiraling down
Biting words like a wolf howling
Hate is spitting out each others mouths
But we’re still sleeping like we’re lovers
