Lora Szafran - Bonum

Let's go downstairs
Where it lives
Let's be cold like stone
As it slowly sinks
And like pack of wolves
Let's not separate
Let's become the blow
Of embarrassing embrace

Through the silence
Where it hides
Let's just hold our hands
And not let it drown
And like leaky roof
Let's cover our holes
Let's become the blow of
Our own woes