Before I was born I was breathing in goo I was thinking of life And what I would do I considered a cop But I already hated guns Or a famous mailman But
Down over the window Comes the dazzling sunlit rays Through the back alleys - through the blinds Another one of them endless days Honeybees are buzzin
[Verse I] Could it be your nice silky tone Ohh..that makes me want you girl Distant nights spent love on the phone As I touch myself How I want you more
I can't explain it (whoa) The way you make me feel (waiting) The way you hold me (oh) The way you kiss me (yeah) (Yeah whoa) Why Why did I even tell
Drank away the rest of the day Wonder what my liver'd say Drink, it's all you can Blackened days with their bigger gales Blow in your parlor to discuss
Consider the consequence of thinking your thoughts out loud Everyone wonders everyone doubts Is faith more than a feeling? Is God a light behind a cloud
The wind is telling stories about us writing words with sand and powder dust deserted squares and lonesome trees the wind revealing stories about us
so I heard y'all wanna float... yo, this fallen angel could stitch a wing with a shoestring prime directive selects reflective aviation bathed in mood
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