I wanted you to be my world.
I ended up driving to the dead end street, there's no turn.
I focus on your window, but there's only empty balcony -
it's missing all of me.
I know it's been a blaze.
You use your laws of math, I use the sparkling liquor in my glass.
You don't need to know me.
The bluestone sky is storming -
break this spell.
The night is boreal.
You know it's gonna be a blaze.
I thought I'm gonna use my charm.
Goalkeeper of the Heaven's gate, you keep the God from the devil in your arms,
but I've been covered under the blanket of the falling ashes on my skin.
Your skin is missing me.
Blaze
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