Head in the clouds or under the weather [?] to the same old shite and you care to remember Rough as a stone or light as a feather You're on top of the world and you smile looking down on side with the lava They tell you "Nothing is free, only thing guaranteed is a load of [?] "
Head in the clouds or under the weather Having your fun with two weeks in the sun then the rest is December But somethings appearing, it's blurring your vision And it's cutting a shape like a hot razor blade with your deadly precision Now you're caught in a game, you don't know how to play but you win by decision
The bonniest burning, the craziest feeling Down in your guards where you hide all the things you don't want to be hearing Your feeling is burning, you try not to fight it So you try to be cool but then act like a fool, you don't how to hide it God, it feels like dream [?] final [?]
[?] , though you're no very clever You're still stupid enough to know that you can't run forever On your mind every day, gives the pain goes away every time you're together
Take a trip to the jungle, become a magician Find an army of wise old [?] men and hope they kill your condition No more satellite navigation to reach your position I don't know if your really in love but I have my suspicions
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérprete: Gerard Crosbie (Gerry Cinnamon) (MEDIA IP-I)Publicado em 2020ECAD verificado fonograma #21500597 em 14/Mai/2024