Mi post anarquista…
In nightfall I’ll meet you,
seeds of desire absolve.
There’s no going back.
I’m losing control.
seeds of desire absolve.
There’s no going back.
I’m losing control.
As the morning creeps up,
and I’m looking for the shade.
In your embrace,
My grieving says.
Reach out for me - reach out.
Reach out for me - reach out.
I know you’re there…you’re there…
