I pulled a gun at the world today. Lashes joined at the dissaray. But through the drapes I'm reached, reached by the raisning sun. I feel the wind on my skin today. The sun on my face today. The warmth of a beam embrace, my woken heart. I pulled a gun at the world today. Lashes joined at the dissaray. But through the drapes I'm reached, reached by the raisning sun. I feel the wind on my skin today. The sun on my face today. The warmth of a beam embrace, my woken heart.