Lucky morning after the ski.
I'm walking down in out of time like into the morning light.
I'm looking the author and after lacking a time, thinking i'm never walk away.
I'm going off top of the sky
for the summertime, ragtime.
For me it is like the sin.
I am a flow and can not elect any seen.
For me it's burning and burning is bad and ever tearing.
Who never let you down,
never let it down,
never let you down and feel the same?
Who neh?
Who never let you down, healing the way.
Who loves the same and can't inflect it.
Who never let you down?
And one morning after who allowed day?
Run, run, runaway.
I love an our sin and our game.
Loosing is attempt to pretend and say:
Who blaze? blaze?
Who never plant a blame....
Who knows?