
One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hands and then away
Both under influence
We had divine sense
To know what to say
Mind is a razor blade
To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn’t be good enough for me, no
*My friends and I use to FUCK this song up on the dance floor. Photographer: Chens Z (Sicky Magazine)