In dreams I bite the hands that feed me
Had a bad one the other day, only real
loosing the battle to be, to be
almost there wishfully thinking
So dear, don’t pretend you haven’t noticed
Thought Nectar
In dreams I bite the hands that feed me
Had a bad one the other day, only real
loosing the battle to be, to be
almost there wishfully thinking
So dear, don’t pretend you haven’t noticed