Testo di Sense And Grief

Collections yes, you're a dutiful horse made cluttered by my feathered course Anywhere, any room windows I've been crawling through Threw your arms saw you shake your hands gestures and broken English yeah, I understand. Lying down in sense and grief inventiveness like buying something sweet Born to nurse, quip and stick to what you say spinning thread to what I said yesterday Anywhere, any room tell me something I can use