Серёга Север

And if I keep my arms on the floor, and the deep, can I believe you're taking my heart to eat it? Ah, it'll take a little time, might take a little try, to come undone. Now we'll try, to stay blind, to the hope and fear of style. Hey child, stay wilder than the wind, and blow me into a fire. Who do you need, who do you love, when you come undone?