Namaskar - Lower Definition

Where I’ve gone, nobody knows

Where nobody goes

Straight from the shores

To dynasty in my chest

Like roses you’ll never get

It’s all in your head

Dripping right on your drawer

Left for you sanity

With love from your symphony

They play so perfectly

Wandering aimlessly into the wrist

You have to give up for this

This is reality

There’s always cables on the way

To satellite.

To satellite

Wandering aimlessly into the wrist