Stuck in the nightrain I was looking At the sounds they chose and theft Somebody is asking why the train isn't coming But I step back before nobody's left
And I walk with my fingers healing the temper Cause the colors are always there too Everything doesn't fell so clever Everything doesn't seem so cool
The days used to grow back before No match between there and today The feet are always pestered by floor That has the words "here he lays"
I crumbled , I crept and met the people There was a man ,who brought roses and tools He said get rid of something you can't get rid of Before it gets rid of you
So I wondered if there was a part missing I thought there was something wrong with the plot I felt so guilty in it It stopped my breathing when it pierced my lungs
The days used to grow back before No match between there and today The feet are always pestered by floor That has the words "here he lays"
Anything that was burnt in the desert Should remain burnt papers on sand When the reptiles are suffering from cold weather The weather said , she was made by reptiles