Celestial Season

These are the eyes of the in between, the voices in my mind

cut the light and break the screen untill I feel allright

got the touch to free myself from smoke in my belief

these are the eyes of the retrosky, so baby, set me free

Don't let it go

don't let it go

besides the choking I feel fine

I've got to focus on my rhyme

I've got my hands on solid ground

my retrosky won't let me down

Do you remind me of the ride abroad when the grass turned blue

as we zoomed through?

You put this thing in me and now I can't break loose