Testo di Remora

they share the heat, multiplied and divided above the reef, some collided to make a boy the mirror drifts to the floor of the sea he follows but loses reflection he thought, "oh, what do i do to myself?" he hesitates when invited to stay i hear the words, but let the current pull me away the mirror drifts to the floor of the sea i follow but lose the reflection naive, naive, naive, naive, naive, naive