Paroles de Box, And Fights

Places we find out, we're in the wrong time We should suffer for black winter moments Researching on the roof Inside of me there's some more then when the lights around the new Wishing you all the time and I'm In the trying area What instinct from this rumbling eastern light from your grace Is that light from your eyes? If I had a strong mobile twisted around your new found island I'd push you with all my power so near that I can hear you breathing I'd open the books and to write the golden snowy soon in your side It was written in the foggy fight just so I can hear you smile..