- Where there is no sky
There is no air
There is no breath
It’ll be only us
- When there is no sound
There is no song
There is no voice
’tis only us
- When invents are dead
There is no car
There is no bus
’tis only us
- Threading on no train
Or even a plane,
Against all odds on a white horse
‘Tis only us.
By ᴼᶰʸᵉᶜhᴱ ᵛᴵᶰᶜᵉᶰᵗ ᴼᶰᵞᵉᵏᵃ
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