IV - No World by Kai Whiston Lyrics
The mornings are my painters lending
The sun has scorched of your pretendings
Where streams of light pierce shit and cleansing
Our harvest tells a happy ending
Though she spans vales and peaks alike
It's only on my last goodbye
I feel her treats past earth and sky
There is no world as good as mine
The sun has scorched of your pretendings
Where streams of light pierce shit and cleansing
Our harvest tells a happy ending
Though she spans vales and peaks alike
It's only on my last goodbye
I feel her treats past earth and sky
There is no world as good as mine