AND
Maybe I should speak. We can count our blessings in the rain.
Talking is so cheap, save the parlour tricks, count your money alone.
Holding on to the free. I want to show you all what I mean.
Careful what you say And never underestimate the wait.
I know you hear the songs that we could sing but do not stay.
I hope you know the change.
I love the change and now we got the change,
We make the song sound like what we want.
Who am I to tell you what is wrong?
Talking is so cheap, so save the politics, you can never get rid of me.
I tell you everything, I write it down.
(Whats the destination?)
Well, I sew my body to yours so that I can speak but my serpent-hands are holding me,
But, my razor tongue will fix it all away.
It might be two dimensional, but the story is great.
I sew my body to yours so as I can see the lovers in the front row,
And all the ghosts in the back seat. I sew my body to yours, so as I am free.
There's two versions of my fate, and so we shall see. Put me in the dirt.
