Swift Paradise
To the days I stayed up late To the nights I woke in my bed Saw the dreams that would never come true Still on my feet I shiver Still between the screens I swindle Whenever I see the space I quiver From just a day to over a year. No rift no gear, mountains and the rocks, And the days went by, and I refrain from the talks, Walk the lane or in the van, Smell does revive me, but inside I'm dead. Inside I'm dead...