Wading into the night.
When a fleet of flowers took flight.
So are the turns left and right.
Lost and found black and white.
Such a solitary sight.
For the watchers of the night.
Wading into the night.
When a fleet of flowers took flight.
So are the turns left and right.
Lost and found black and white.
Such a solitary sight.
For the watchers of the night.