Testo New Jazz

escaping smoky motionsstrings that strum to moments meltingfree-floating misty feelings arethings that some find torment telling, butwarm, high, rising are these echoesno harm to try to find out where they gorestoring old emotionswith a hum accompanying loveenduring undercurrentthat won?t succumb to weight aboveand why sigh when breathing can be easy?no harm to lovewhy is it such an always statewhen censored senses can?t relate to time and place appropriate?and why is it such a grace debateslim, winsome glimpses subjugate to old views, base and out of date?assuming new relationsbut it?s so hard to barter with borrowed timebut on go negotiationsgonna ask for what is minecuz warm, high, rising are these echoesno harm to try to find out where they goand why sigh when breathing can be easy?no harm to love