Spring peeks around the corner with her hazy green eyes
Whose tears will wash away the sullen gray skies
I read to her a book as I sat in her womb
She wrapped her arms around me, I arose from the doom

The fluttering came closer, heard a whisper in my ear
"You're going to be safe if you hold the truth near
He's not going to hurt you anymore, my dear."
My scar sprouted wings as I thanked the seer

Will you hold my hand on the trip downhill?
When we reach the bottom, I want to lie still
Find Heaven in the clouds instead of straining our wrists
Don't want to keep digging when I don't have the will

The spirit grew louder when it heard me resist
With congregation comes careless bliss
But what if you fail even when you persist?
It's only the squirrels and the birds who I miss

Will you hold my hand on the trip downhill?
When we reach the bottom, I want to lie still
Find Heaven in the clouds instead of straining our wrists
Don't want to keep digging when I don't have the will

Spring peeks around the corner and lets out a sigh
Her breath's intoxicating, despite love I still cry
The nymphs tie up my hair and lift me to the stream
Submerged in stardust, awakened in dreams

Will you hold my hand on the trip downhill?
When we reach the bottom, I want to lie still
Spot angels in the clouds instead of straining our wrists
Sometimes, all I want to do is ball up my fists
And bang them on the ground when I'm in despair
But rage will do nothing, it won't build me stairs
Or put up a ladder to bring me to Mars
Won't matter if we take an electric car
Let the weeds grow wild and enter our veins
We can forget about all our pains
Don't want to keep digging, I don't want to feel
Don't want to keep digging, I don't want to feel
Don't want to keep digging, I don't want to feel
Don't want to keep digging, I don't want to feel

Spring

Online band

We are releasing songs on a virtual cassette tape called New Easy Listening.

I may reach out to invite you to a virtual cassette tape project.

一緒に温かいミルクと一緒にクッキーを食べましょう！

I sing songs and play guitar and make dumb beats sometimes

Spring

Alleyway Dust