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.
