Even-handed smoke here.
So you could clearly see.
Unbuttoned kind of salt here.
Well it's all the same to me.
Who once can lie too low.
Who even in the silver chair.
You say, there's nothing in the rain.
And it's all the same to me.
And it's all the same to me.
Salt.
Salt.
Salt.
Salt.
Salt,
Shine.
Share.
Frame.
Salt,
Shine.
Share.
Frame.
Even-handed smoke here.
So you could clearly see.
Unbuttoned, kind and cold here.
Well it's all the same to me.