Surface

Must be fate's colossal strokes colouring more colouring more shades into the swarm of senses, breach the surface foam and waves can't wait to hold you. Let me swim for burning circles. Be my Sunken temple, fathoms under. Be my Be my error. Must be fate's colossal strokes colouring more colouring more shades of wild and sweet resurgence, breach the surface foam and waves can't wait to hold you. Let me swim for burning circles. Be my Sunken temple, fathoms under. Be my Be my error.