Текст песни Room 302 - Liz Christine, Julia Holter, Lucrecia

Room 302

often\nFull of smoke, making circles\nThe waited long\nTime would less longer if the king lade\nIt’s our first or our last time\nIt slowly ends when it starts, isn’t it?\nBeside always here alone giver\nWe freezed on\nDreams\nDrops of hope\nWalk slow\nWe get drowned inside, aren’t we?\nDreams\nDrops of hope\nWalk slow\nWe get drowned inside, aren’t we?\nIt’s cooled, freezed this moment