Annaline کے بول

Right here and right now The first night of our life Well, I'm somewhere in you And I'll never get out Well, it's sucking us in My impossible friend How is it true That we even exist? Well, I'll follow you down With our limbs interlocked Oh, the Buddha was right And St. John of the Cross A word is a thought And a thought is a box Let's burn in a fire Let's clean what is true Let me sink in your bed Folded in you Pulling us down With hands made of light Pushing us through A window in time Slipping into A spiralling line Undoing the knot Releasing the binds Annaline