I don't care
about anything There's no use for me
to stand up again
And it's how I feel about everything
Just a towel, pillows,
play the song for you
Ooh,
ooh,
ooh
I don't care about anything
Don't know how to act
When you're somewhere else
And I start to think What we could have been
In a hundred years Or a century
Seasons move And God's equates
People change But I'm the same
Now I'm up in smoke
Nowhere to be found
I'm off the ground
And ghost without a name
Falling leaves I fell into your arms
Like a feeder in the dark I don't care
about listening
I would rather stay in my fantasy
And it's how I feel about everything
Since the tidal wave Took you far away
Seasons move And God's equates
People change But I'm the same
Now
I'm up in smoke
Nowhere to be found
I'm off the ground
And ghost without a name
Falling leaves I fell into your
arms Like a feeder in the dark
I fell into your arms, arms,
arms I fell into your arms,
arms,
arms
Like a feeder in the dark
So high