Paroles de Lake

Knowledge and skepticals Water and chemicals Chin up and lower the shield Assuming the closed wound is healed Sunset window looks at the lake With a certain visage that is quite Difficult to break With a word or a jab From a pen or a stone You're better off flying Than being alone Birds at the harbor Fish-eating martyrs Follow the floating debris I'm glad they're not following me Sunset window looks at the lake With a certain visage that is quite Difficult to break With a word or a jab From a pen or a stone You're better off flying Than being alone