It is not important — the why
we are the way we are this instance
I, compressing at air
you, taming fire
But our job is not to water down,
mold till we reflect each other
For you are born to be infinite
and I, to paint the city orange in colour
It is not important — the why
we are the way we are this instance
I, compressing at air
you, taming fire
But our job is not to water down,
mold till we reflect each other
For you are born to be infinite
and I, to paint the city orange in colour
It is not important — the why
we are the way we are this instance
I, compressing at air
you, taming fire
But our job is not to water down,
mold till we reflect each other
For you are born to be infinite
and I, to paint the city orange in colour