You know I like answer to them with salt. No one can understand feeling You don’t live closer to fuck yourself No one can understand feeling. Wash out
You know I like answer to them with salt No one can understand feeling You don’t live closer to fuck yourself No one can understand fear under your brace And there is a friend; there he is washing your face; you felt
Was it the prayers? Do you bow and whine So you a feel, for real
Head to your rails, wrap up your souls And where would we pause back one Head to your rails, wrap up your scars And where we live life and start and So you will feel, for real
And I embrace There is a friend; there he is washing your faith; you face
Was it the prayers? Do you bow and whine So you will feel, for real
Head to your rails, wrap up your souls And where would we pause back one Head to your rails, wrap up your scars And where we live life and start and So we’re gonna wash out