Binance

City OF No Palms (Biting Elbows)

Got good intentions. Isn't it enough? No, it is not enough. The comprehension of letting yourself get charmed by a bluff is upon me: There's nothing I can do, There's always something I could do. Where would I be if it wasn't for you? So I just do what I'm supposed to do. I watch you turn into А siсkly biomass of black and blue. In the city of no palms Snow is falling and I am holding her in my arms. We don't talk. She's sick, I'm stoned. But my choice was my own. I wanted to have a good time, But she, medicated highly, Does it to survive. Where's that wonder cure? A bit of degradation free with every breath Oddly feels like trust has been misplaced. I love the scenery but hate the faces And so for now I ride on the wings of hope Pushed on by the winds of dope You'll get pulled back No matter how hard you go There is a distance and there is a rope When I wake up tomorrow I'll know what was at stake today