Beauty of Time
I close my eyes on the turmoil of time,
Letting it spin me any way it sees fit,
My head works like it's in abandon,
Questioning everything yet nothing at the same time,
Leaving it all in the painful hands of time.
I sigh at the flow of air on my face,
Letting it take away all my...
Letting it spin me any way it sees fit,
My head works like it's in abandon,
Questioning everything yet nothing at the same time,
Leaving it all in the painful hands of time.
I sigh at the flow of air on my face,
Letting it take away all my...