[Lyric] N.B (RUMINA)

Keep a note of times and faces
To keep me sane in stranger places
I woke flooded miles from my mind
Limbs like strangers
Face generations behind

I'm lacking middle shades
I'd like to feed the grey
I spend my time
Wading through my life
Of salted planes

This time

Skies split showing smiling shining gold
On faces cold we're growing old and tired
The things we've tried
Splitting seams the end to means
My fears in dreams
It all comеs back to me
Me
I'm lacking middle shadеs
I'd like to feed the grey
Spend my time