Тексты песен Adrian Orange

the tree trunks look like open gates for the wild, the state of day. but by night they turn to the bars on the prison windows of our roads. all the dark secrets are inside them and they're looming in

They can tear down the monuments of the sentiments of our past. We can forget our childhoods and kill all our moments. But before you die, I'll play you the song I sang through your open window that o