SINGER: South

SONG:Motiveless Crime

Timeless favour, there might be strings tied,
speeches, restless interrogation,
there lies on streets, lie there with me,
catching fever, i don’t think of life as out of reach
Jealous, fertile, cut from the safety of,
this life, these faces, i’ve walked in place at which point i’ll ignore
A motiveless crime
i’ve witnessed
Timeless favour, there might be strings attached,
catching fever, i don’t think of life as obsolete,
A motiveless crime,
i’ve witnessed