Backseat Crew کے بول

From winter to summer the climates like costumes We paint them depending on spirit With calmness we push on revealing the boldness we’ve disguised with blankets of distrust We sleep through the tension Take reign and strive, we’ll hold you close Our years grow long; our patience short Daybreak; the light brings encounter The arms shake, the trunk stays unbroken It holds mood and drive The arms lull, the tree holds At nightfall the city brings discord The blood halts, the muscles keep motion With motive we surge The blood flows, the eyes close Remember the late nights? We both watched the same lines unfold in the light