Is there a me without you, the you that breathes the sum?
Again, the one from many
Again, increased by one
Is there a you without me, the me with star swept eyes?
Alive with fresh becomings
New grass beneath black skies
Is there a me without you, the you that breathes the sum?
Again, the one from many
Again, increased by one
Is there a you without me, the me with star swept eyes?
Alive with fresh becomings
New grass beneath black skies