Miguel Song

I lay on my back, reflecting on previous wishes

The last thing I saw was a cascade, a façade, a reality

Ill for sake, the endless

Grasp and connection, connection

That pulled us in the first place

In the first place

I tuck my hands (A new compliment)

From breeze that bites (To complicate)

This frost is hot, I have lost my sight (To complicate)

Open, realize

Look after

Bicycle on a hillside, desolate