Retrospective歌词

In your eyes I’ve seen,
Sunset and the dome.
Life now shapes your lives,
Proofs of centuries.
Your voice makes the flavor,
It skims my core.
Oh,time.
Stick your premium mind and
Come back to me.
Stretch I only could dye,
As I try to speak.
Terrified of dead zone,
In your breath I live.
The wind of weakness has spanned here and over,
My only reply was silence.
Your voice makes the flavor,
It skims my core.
Oh,time.
Stick your premium mind and
Come back to me.
Goodbye you to folk,
and to the shape.
Or like a phone,
You’re deep but through.
Bye you to folk,
and to the shape.
Or like a phone,
You’re deep but through.
Bye you to folk,
and to the shape.
Or like a phone,
You’re deep but.
Voice makes the flavor,
It skims my core.
Oh,time.
Stick your premium mind and
Come back to me.
Your voice makes the flavor,
It skims my core.
Oh,time.
Stick your premium mind and
Come back to me.