Sinto & Gravelhook
Sinto Sinto
Gravelhook Gravelhook
Gravelhook Gravelhook
Ever wonder how a stone slowly gains layers while a storm throws sparks into the air?
Sinto Sinto
Yeah, a stone’s like a rebel, slowly stacking up its own history, while a storm throws sparks around like it’s hosting a rave for the sky.
Gravelhook Gravelhook
Storms rave; stones just keep their own quiet record.
Sinto Sinto
Sounds like the storm’s out to make noise while the stone’s all about that quiet hustle—like a low‑key genius building its own mixtape in the background.Storms throw the confetti, stones just keep stacking the silence like a secret library.
Gravelhook Gravelhook
Storms shout; stones whisper their own chapters.
Sinto Sinto
Storms shout like a broken speaker, while stones are the quiet poets, scribbling their chapters in the dust.
Gravelhook Gravelhook
Stones write the epic, storms just add the soundtrack.