Baptistaoartista

You don't know where to go you don't care what you wear but you are aware yes i'm cheap and i'm low i don't care what they think i just need a drink I cannot believe in what i see i'm going to lie in my own moon Now you see how she walks and you're hit by a storm suddently you're worm no i wont feel envy and i wont feel alone in this cold dear home I cannot believe in what i see i'm going to lie in my own moon I Swim in a sea of doubts haunted by mysterious visions laying down on whisky and wine trying hard not be found I cannot believe in what i see i'm going to lie in my own moon You don't know where to go you don't c

Window's open to the lake but the river's running round in shape. Doors are wide and from both sides you view a way or a place to hide. Down the stairs low we lay Up the leder a leader rise Woman's heading towards the sun laughing jewerly my sweet one. Death is walking upon us when the feathers'r covered on dust. Down the stairs low we lay Up the leder a leader rise Praying people say the name of whom the mind was made insane. Preachers pack the golden shoes made to walk upon the path of lose. Down the stairs where we lay.