Future Of The Year
Thomas Giles Rogers
Imaginary vision, a switching at birth
The sensitive soon rise up, the doubtful falls
The color of my eyelids, evaporate the real thing
Imaginary language, growing up in love
The hot coals are rising, the visible fall
The color of your eyelids, desecrate the real thing
Imaginary vision, a switching at birth
The sensitive soon rise up, the doubtful falls
The color of my eyelids, evaporate the real thing
Imaginary language, growing up in love
The hot coals are rising, the visible fall
The color of your eyelids, desecrate the real thing