Panda Panda Panda
Running through the night, tree after tree whizzes by, the reflection of the sound murmurs panda… panda… panda…against the trees. To the center of the woods I must go, Away from danger, where sanctuary is our hope for survival. This is the inner struggle of the things we wish to save and the things that make us better. We are confronted with a battle of time, the things we should do, that we know we have to do and still don’t accomplish. And things we want to do that look appealing and draw us in, but blow up in our face.
Running through the night, tree after tree whizzes by, the reflection of the sound murmurs panda… panda… panda…against the trees. To the center of the woods I must go, Away from danger, where sanctuary is our hope for survival. This is the inner struggle of the things we wish to save and the things that make us better. We are confronted with a battle of time, the things we should do, that we know we have to do and still don’t accomplish. And things we want to do that look appealing and draw us in, but blow up in our face.
Running through the night, tree after tree whizzes by, the reflection of the sound murmurs panda… panda… panda…against the trees. To the center of the woods I must go, Away from danger, where sanctuary is our hope for survival. This is the inner struggle of the things we wish to save and the things that make us better. We are confronted with a battle of time, the things we should do, that we know we have to do and still don’t accomplish. And things we want to do that look appealing and draw us in, but blow up in our face.