Grains of sand to borrow
How we make the shore?
Trade love for my sorrow
Undulating war
Will you fill my cup
Effervescent wine
Light my spirit up
Yeah yeah yeah
Raise up for tommorrow
we will make the shore
Life is more than sorrow
Can we end the war?
Will you pick me up
Wake my idle eyes
Light my spirit up
Yeah yeah yeah
Wake my eyes looks like the light of the dawn
Wake my eyes looks like the light of the dawn
Wake my eyes looks like the light of the dawn
I was listening to Common Saints’ “Equinox” when I was struck by the colors of the winter sun as it was about to set.
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