anchored to the present
fleeing from composure
anger stirring doesn’t
make the heartbeat lower
you have come to barter
words of light and honey
but you could’ve saved your breath
time accepts
no money
anchored to the present
fleeing from composure
anger stirring doesn’t
make the heartbeat lower
you have come to barter
words of light and honey
but you could’ve saved your breath
time accepts
no money