The brew on your cats breath, is that of all night tendency.
Walking brisk with shallow soul,
the depth in other parts you see.
I find the air in which to enter, and I expel relief.
Washed now, the dirt away,
the cleanse a beauty that I need.
The brew on your cats breath, is that of all night tendency.
Walking brisk with shallow soul,
the depth in other parts you see.
I find the air in which to enter, and I expel relief.
Washed now, the dirt away,
the cleanse a beauty that I need.
