Constant

Is there nothing you would like to ponder about this afternoon
Oh then just describe your silhouette
Lay your arms on my chest
We'll find peace in this
Is there nothing you would like to talk about... it's morning soon
Oh then just discard your issue
Lay your feet on my head
We'll make war in this constant



Credits
Writer(s): ómar Emilsson
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