Stripes on open ground
Straight and pointing at the van
Hot air flies outside my window,
And I grab it with my hands.
The violent sun comes crushing in
Through the window by my side
My reflexion on the glass
As I wonder about who I am
But I dont see
And I cant find
I live in a place where
I remember about who I am
I am
I am
Stripes on open ground
Straight and pointing at the van
Hot air flies outside my window,
And I grab it with my hands.
The violent sun comes crushing in
Through the window by my side
My reflexion on the glass
As I wonder about who I am
But I dont see
And I cant find
I live in a place where
I remember about who I am
I am
I am