solitude from INTERA by tetameta

tickling upon my skin
i feel myself blossom as roots find themselves twisting, weaving within soul
open my hands palms up

i let the petals gather, flourishing
upon my tongue i am my own garden
find myself wondering within myself

maybe my dreams are meant to be something more than fantasy
my arms child extended like jets wigs
the wind is streaming over me

i know better than good
scratched my mark in the soil
still finding my spot
but i get over rough

yes, i did, i ran away
but then i heard myself from above
and i cried and i laughed and i smiled and just sat alone

in solitude i grow, love

maybe my dreams are meant to be something more than fantasy
my arms child extended like jets wigs
the wind is streaming over me

i know better than good
scratched my mark in the soil
still finding my spot
but i get over rough

yes, i did, i ran away
but then i heard myself from above
and i cried and i laughed and i smiled and just sat alone

in solitude i grow, love

• Dream pop
• Electronic
• Eletronic
• Eletronic rock
• Experimental
• Slovenia