dragov: I'll be your sailor girl I'll tip my cap to your parade Life won't be dreary no I'll be the waves inside your bed
dragov: Sometimes I know, sometimes I rise, sometimes I fall, sometimes I don't...
dragov: Feel like a tourist out in this swampland this world is just of water and land
dragov: No matter what the price, they can't take me
dragov: Even Flow
dragov: A new position for a different view and nothing changes but the slightest hues
dragov: And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds of what was everything