Reasons to live
Singing softly if I don't listen
Watching the street at night
Brushing my hair and braiding into oblivion
Being held
Holding
Laying down
With the luxury
Of a chest that rises
After it falls
Reasons to live
Singing softly if I don't listen
Watching the street at night
Brushing my hair and braiding into oblivion
Being held
Holding
Laying down
With the luxury
Of a chest that rises
After it falls