I found myself here
It felt like nostalgia
At one point I felt scared
You smiled and I collapsed
The breeze of air on my face
Was this my escape?
The trees and the sound of the cicada
It was found when you played a
Violin
This is the sound of my childhood
And I knew I should
Skin
This was our first contact
And this is a fact
I found myself here
It felt like nostalgia
At one point I felt scared
You smiled and I collapsed
The breeze of air on my face
Was this my escape?
The trees and the sound of the cicada
It was found when you played a
Violin
This is the sound of my childhood
And I knew I should
Skin
This was our first contact
And this is a fact
