Books from Room by White Place

Baby it’s cold outside tonight, I'll stay
I'll push myself even deeper down
under the impression of flying high
Is there really a difference? High or low?
With distance you’ve passed either way
no one would hear your screaming anyway,
no one would understand.

I don't know what you’re saying
I don't know what you’re saying
I don't know what you’re saying
And no one would understand you

‘Cause the higher the tree is, lower are the roots
Misery is what’s your path to truth,
‘cause your every today denies yesterday’s proof
Don’t you Edenize me, ‘cause it’s you who will end up the worst
The closer to heaven, the sinnier everyone else becomes
And the language of angels we want to learn only after we’re done
No one will understand...

I don't know what you’re saying
I don't know what you’re saying
I don't know what you’re saying
And no one would understand you

• Alternative
• Rock
• psychological
• Prešov