Part-2 I would never look up to anyone ahead like that, and there the paradise aging to it's best, calling me a blossom, rise and shine together. The station took no time to lose the charm, the streets be calling out a 'sus' to me, I abide to not listen to that tunic head again and lost flames of heart rested quietly. Shhhhhhh; enough of what she had, she better gaze herself And I followed my angle sphere, maybe greens are my new favourite and the tint of navy blue to it's best, the glory of nights, and do we talk of rains