From Your Woman Once
Again white bias
One more shadow
From prologue to end that never ends
I'm just waiting for the light
It's you
But somehow
Just the wind crash you ignore
Just birdsong you care about
Thorns of roses you're willing to hold
hay great guy
Look at the figure that awaits you
Set me up
Do not you turn away
Because the others, the more beautiful
Do you know, young lord
There are women who always pray for you
Women far from you
What you once called dear
But now you throw away, and you forget
will you remember our old one
Hopefully this is not just a cradle