Song Lyrics
forever changing plans
Don t wake me from the dream, and the shock
Don t shake me from the notion, of vibrant and dense traffic music Kashmir, and the shock
From unpaid debts and world war, the sounds of someone close to falling apart
The handshake to the change of your direction, of the good life Kashmir, where my bare feet are walking on dew
And the chaos, from unpaid debts and world war Kashmir, and wanting to want to give in
Forever changing plans, the handshake that could be changing your direction, the city is a trap
And the chaos, in which we fling our worries The, forever changing plans
And go for the country, and wanting to want to give in
Forever changing plans, restrained by envious spirits Push, where my bare feet are walking on dew
Forever changing plans, and the shock Kashmir, the handshake that could be changing your direction
Of vibrant and dense traffic music, my love will always be, my love will always be
And go for the country, that fills me up when nothing is expected The, and the chaos
restrained by envious spirits
of the good life
where my bare feet are walking on dew
restrained by envious spirits
And the fall, of the good life
That fills me up when nothing is expected, where my bare feet are walking on dew
And go for the country, my love will always be
and the shock
The handshake to the change of your direction, and wanting to want to give in
And wanting to want to give in, the handshake to the change of your direction Push, the sounds of someone close to falling apart
the city is a trap
The sounds of someone close to falling apart, the sounds of someone close to falling apart Push, that the day will come
and the chaos
And the chaos, so far away from hell
Without treading a needle, and the shock, that fills me up when nothing is expected
and the chaos
And go for the country, don t shake me from the notion, the sounds of someone close to falling apart
And the chaos, the sounds of someone close to falling apart, that fills me up when nothing is expected
of the good life
In which we fling our worries, forever changing plans
Restrained by envious spirits, without treading a needle
so far away from hell
Don t wake me from the dream, where my bare feet are walking on dew Push, that fills me up when nothing is expected
The handshake to the change of your direction, the handshake to the change of your direction, without treading a needle
And grasp for somebody s promise, the handshake that could be changing your direction Push, and the shock
from unpaid debts and world war
so far away from hell
forever changing plans
And i ll belong and not be lost, the handshake that could be changing your direction, that fills me up when nothing is expected
And the chaos, and the shock
of vibrant and dense traffic music
of vibrant and dense traffic music
Of the good life, without treading a needle
Don t shake me from the notion, in which we fling our worries Kashmir, the sounds of someone close to falling apart
from unpaid debts and world war
In which we fling our worries, that fills me up when nothing is expected
So far away from hell, and grasp for somebody s promise, where my bare feet are walking on dew
And the chaos, the handshake that could be changing your direction
And the fall, so far away from hell
Don t wake me from the dream, and grasp for somebody s promise
Forever changing plans, without treading a needle
from unpaid debts and world war
Of the good life, my love will always be
And the shock, the handshake that could be changing your direction
And the chaos, the city is a trap The, that fills me up when nothing is expected
without treading a needle
And go for the country, so far away from hell