all the 2s Songtext
von Aro

Your noon, my nine
My three, your five

I still keep the image of you
Meandering on the path up ahead


Green leaves shine over me
The street is wet
The street is black
We trace invisible
Braids like DNA, sizzling
In what was left
From the rain

Sweet dream melts from under me
My face is wet
You′re lying on my back
Where you shape invisible
Songs on my little wings
Humming into
What was left