Мышление: Музыка для работы и фона Slowed

Don't hold it, time to show. And time stands still. But something's distant, real. I try to rush To think. From what I feel. To know their story thin. I find myself untouched. But something stays beneath. I don't need to know. I don't need to find. I needed something more. I feel the storm At ease. And something's brief. I call the story to my Coat. And touch the story told. Stories do believe me. But they still serve No warning comparison.