Wide one is the excuse
But what I
want's your sway
We will dance some blues
You're no light, first man Paris, the first stop
Cigarettes, our roommates Thinker of the world
Tell me all the
things inside your head
Pictures on the wall,
making my skin burn No more
names are on our veins, so pain, I'll try
Got no
safety nets in the woods,
you say,
dear Poetry is your speech forever
was never enough for us Doesn't matter if the river's dry
I am dripping other fluids,
I I don't want to talk a lot more now
But tomorrow we can talk it loud
What if you do?
I'll be sitting reading all your notes
Drinking lemonade with my birth oats
Thinking all about these tactile words But tomorrow doesn't matter,
whoa
Doesn't matter if the river's dry I am dripping other fluids,
I
I don't want to talk a lot more now
But tomorrow we can talk it loud