We walked away yet , this is still the front porch ...
Not too rainy day , why are you hiding behind the booth ?
Follow the steps to trick morning , threatening night ...
Dictate the afternoon and during the counting steps carefree ...
We stopped at 6 Kilometers , yet also eight expectations that we already rotten manure colonized pest ...
I know you're afraid of thunder ... ,
but do not need you ignore bitter, bitter ...
quite our taste I missed the first time , when the pounding still raging passionate motivated ...
when we each crossed out with a serene heart ...
do not accuse each other and rowdy - then - collapsed in melancholy ...
I want to unpack the time ...
look for levers to stop ...
then let me tell you something ...
the secret about the silent fingers ...
but you know you want to know and wait a moment ...
my impressions lost footing ...
and when we stopped at 6 kilometers , the contents have spilled spilled my taste ...