Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Sing so loud I can't hear my blood when flung
Build an awesome story that I can't steal back
Losing worth, I can't get enough of you
I need the singing voice in a life gone hoarse
Now there is no cute-guy half
Now there is no cue, no key, no kiss
There is only lax soft sleep