we move toward each other like tectonic dreams
mushaboom mushaboom, are we in tune?
like stringed instruments in a forest,
abstract and subdued
our kneecaps in hiding, like there is something to fear
we move toward each other like tectonic dreams
mushaboom mushaboom, are we in tune?
like stringed instruments in a forest,
abstract and subdued
our kneecaps in hiding, like there is something to fear