Divided days look at the light.
It’s a delicate moisture,
in our eyes.
The island is still hidden from us.
The island is still hidden from us
in our eyes.
It’s a delicate moisture.
Divided days look at the light.
Divided days look at the light.
It’s a delicate moisture,
in our eyes.
The island is still hidden from us.
The island is still hidden from us
in our eyes.
It’s a delicate moisture.
Divided days look at the light.