The Kids

Emotional angel was owed to the wind when she was afraid too,

How can you pay? But I’ve been lonely.

I’ve gotta job to do for tomorrow and still, you steal the words and make them cry.

Someone who find the Zeppelin’s code now he lead the way, bring me to meet that angel, emotional angel.

Trying to make a sound by nothing I have, the remote can’t change the channel, the sadness becoming true and trustly. Won’t you believe it?

I feel a little sick in my ear but that terrible things are make me . . . . .

Too many of ghost in my head! I wake up because I just can’t sleep at night. So many times people get their happiness by walking machine and the roof top when the rain’s coming.

They just throw it all the pain over the way of smile, I’m looking at that sweat, burning sun, and afraidness.

I’m on my own way, something maybe two tones.

Slowly tone and this brain, but you! Yes, you! Just remember about your and your friends was beer and the cigarette.

Think about the kids are playing marbles on their frontyard sand, too fast for a plain children.

And everything is sink through the second of marijuana’s confusion when the mind is stop to remind, feeling is stop to feel, the song is stop to sing, and the life is stop to live.