In the afternoon, when it rains ... you still stick to the lock.
ALL FOR SOCIAL SENSE, FOR THE PEOPLE'S NETWORK!
There are quiet feet,
In the middle of life like water.
Flushed black and white can not see the bottom.
From the storm still hear the call,
Five months away as faded clouds.
Who is crying, who laughs through here,
Life is like a dream pay back.
Ai keep the fire looks black night,
Who counts anonymous feet.
Send the whisper in the wind,
Through hard road.
Thank you