d.d. - s.r. - Polvo

The ceiling's the same as always It's right above my head in the hallway Peeling of paint disguising a sound kinda faint Leaving me rising I'm wondering why You

Danger pauses when you are near Peculiar stranger I'll know you're here Curious children ought to run and hide Or appear at the window to look inside Whispers g

March through mud to find the golden ladder that belongs to you It was such a nice description but not quite true Feel your weight touching your hands against y