Without Air - Octavia Sperati
When dawn breaks
Where all things boldly appear new
When there ride comes
A yearnings pass to oblivion
An embraces
Used time crumbles
At this desolate
Moment
Erasing the past
There is a shiver in the night
A longing for
Perfection
I like to dissolve
I like to dissolve
Quivers dissolve into air
Fears complete
Fears complete
Fears complete
Fears complete
Obliteration
Obliteration