Coast Rip In Faults of Tea.

My betrayal isn’t on my eyes; it is within your doubt. We never found out what is really falling down wile we sat to see it falling. We never gonna feel the end of the day in our hands of sand. We will never gonna float wile the seas don’t let us be. You better learn to swim, cause I don’t have no more wings. As the time of our minds, spin from time to time, we have to be more kind, with the time of our cries.