Text: Lower Definition. Namaskar.

Where I've gone, nobody knows
Where nobody goes
Straight from the shores
To dynasty in my chest
Like roses you'll never get
It's all in your head
Dripping right on your drawer
Left for you sanity
With love from your symphony
They play so perfectly

Wandering aimlessly into the wrist.
You have to give up for this.

This is reality.
There's always cables on the way
To satellite. To satellite.
Wandering aimlessly into the wrist.