Namaskar (Lower Definition)

Where I've gone, nobody knows Where nobody goes Straight from the shores To dynasty in my chest Like roses you'll never get It's all in your head Dripping right on your drawer Left for you sanity With love from your symphony They play so perfectly Wandering aimlessly into the wrist. You have to give up for this. This is reality. There's always cables on the way To satellite. To satellite. Wandering aimlessly into the wrist.