Fabric - Mini Dresses

Don’t touch that sand

Don’t touch that sky

It’s falling off in echo

I feed the waves

Get high, high

Now I

Feel, woke, again

So confused, again

It’s just a dream

I’s just the same as air (ooo)

(ooo)

I regret that ground is packed with secrets

Tears shuffle in

That says it all (ooo)

(ooo)

(ooo)

A fetching dancer

Is a dream

With travelty

Now she’s drunk

And I (aaa)

I don’t give life

I give up, as it goes