We are live,
I dropped the A to be more danger-ous,
the microphone is on and so is the tension…
Quick!
Say something, gods forbid we have dead air…
With enough confidence to supersede my nerves,
I will show you the flowers growing on the palms of my hands.
I promise you, they smell beautiful and your grin,
is finally be big enough to match mine.
I dropped the A to be more danger-ous,
the microphone is on and so is the tension…
Quick!
Say something, gods forbid we have dead air…
With enough confidence to supersede my nerves,
I will show you the flowers growing on the palms of my hands.
I promise you, they smell beautiful and your grin,
is finally be big enough to match mine.