cold january night
i'm on the floor
i feel the outline of my ribcage
i hear my heartbeat, let it make itself known
i'm alive i am
and i have a hundred million fancies and yearnings
want,
is limitless
cold january night
i'm on the floor
i feel the outline of my ribcage
i hear my heartbeat, let it make itself known
i'm alive i am
and i have a hundred million fancies and yearnings
want,
is limitless