| Song | Solid Insecure Flower |
| Artist | Thot |
| Album | Obscured by the Wind |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Stay close to me | |
| The sun won’t recognize | |
| Our two convulsed bodies | |
| Fixed on a tree | |
| In love | |
| Can you feel my holy stream? | |
| Echoing into your dream | |
| Tonight we gonna move | |
| Hills up to the groove | |
| Let the dragonfly, let it feed your mind | |
| And all the soap is melting down | |
| All the words that we share | |
| Are written by a hopeless ant | |
| Now the bomb is on | |
| Can you feel my holy stream? | |
| Echoing into your dream | |
| Tonight we gonna move | |
| Hills up to the clouds | |
| Let me feed the dragonfly, | |
| Let me feed love into your mind | |
| Can you feel your naked leaves? | |
| Burning into my mouth? | |
| Can you feel my juicy spins? | |
| Leaking above your skin | |
| Our love would shake the clouds | |
| Our love would break the night | |
| Your scream can make me blossom | |
| My scream can make you come | |
| Here we’re disturbing the cities | |
| Here we are riding our dead horses | |
| Here we are opening the green box. |
| Stay close to me | |
| The sun won' t recognize | |
| Our two convulsed bodies | |
| Fixed on a tree | |
| In love | |
| Can you feel my holy stream? | |
| Echoing into your dream | |
| Tonight we gonna move | |
| Hills up to the groove | |
| Let the dragonfly, let it feed your mind | |
| And all the soap is melting down | |
| All the words that we share | |
| Are written by a hopeless ant | |
| Now the bomb is on | |
| Can you feel my holy stream? | |
| Echoing into your dream | |
| Tonight we gonna move | |
| Hills up to the clouds | |
| Let me feed the dragonfly, | |
| Let me feed love into your mind | |
| Can you feel your naked leaves? | |
| Burning into my mouth? | |
| Can you feel my juicy spins? | |
| Leaking above your skin | |
| Our love would shake the clouds | |
| Our love would break the night | |
| Your scream can make me blossom | |
| My scream can make you come | |
| Here we' re disturbing the cities | |
| Here we are riding our dead horses | |
| Here we are opening the green box. |
| Stay close to me | |
| The sun won' t recognize | |
| Our two convulsed bodies | |
| Fixed on a tree | |
| In love | |
| Can you feel my holy stream? | |
| Echoing into your dream | |
| Tonight we gonna move | |
| Hills up to the groove | |
| Let the dragonfly, let it feed your mind | |
| And all the soap is melting down | |
| All the words that we share | |
| Are written by a hopeless ant | |
| Now the bomb is on | |
| Can you feel my holy stream? | |
| Echoing into your dream | |
| Tonight we gonna move | |
| Hills up to the clouds | |
| Let me feed the dragonfly, | |
| Let me feed love into your mind | |
| Can you feel your naked leaves? | |
| Burning into my mouth? | |
| Can you feel my juicy spins? | |
| Leaking above your skin | |
| Our love would shake the clouds | |
| Our love would break the night | |
| Your scream can make me blossom | |
| My scream can make you come | |
| Here we' re disturbing the cities | |
| Here we are riding our dead horses | |
| Here we are opening the green box. |