Warm Song - My Rockets Up
Sometimes I think that there's no love and
There's only pain
With moments of relief
Like your warm hand in my pocket
That gives me opportunity to breath
Walk with me and dance on empty street
Drink the rain because it tastes like sky
Summertime will come with your footsteps
It's okay
Never ending sorrow
Flows by me
I don't care
If you ever need me
Follow my whisper sounding in my head
Getting and getting away
Getting and getting away
Getting and getting away
Getting and getting away
Getting and getting away
Getting and getting away
Getting and getting away
